The moment the boy held the sword, a deep voice seemed to echo in the forest:
"Remember my name..."
"I am Edwin Clairvaux."
"The founder of the North, the master of the Kingdom of Winter."
"...O world, the silver flag passes through the long strait, and the jackdaws and knights stop to look at the holy white city-state, but the ancient story will have its end."
A cold force seemed to seep into the depths of the soul, and the whisper seemed to linger in the soul, telling him constantly, telling the whisper of the past. "The sword is born from blood, and it will dominate everything... I
Let's share weal and woe and make a contract together..."
Xiang Xiang held the dark sword hilt, the expression on his face was so cold that it was almost blank. He pulled out the sword inch by inch. The cold light on the sword seemed to reflect the fear in people's hearts, making everyone hear the sound coming from them.
The trembling voice deep in my heart——
The snow and rustle fell, everything was quiet, and even the firelight was dimmed. The flames in the camp seemed to surrender to an invisible force, constantly deflecting in one direction. The mercenaries had a look of fear written on their faces, walking
People in the North have heard that ancient legend:
A long-declined family, and their magic sword passed down from generation to generation.
When the crow whispers, the magic sword has been born from the blood.
The box has seen some attributes of the magic sword:
Greystone Contract - The attack power of the magic sword grows with the growth of the sword wielder.
He continued to lift the sword upwards, and the silver sword light reflected between his brows. The slender blade was like a devil's thin tongue. The dark crow feathers on the cage handle had come to life, and the gems embedded in it shone with a mysterious light.
A light like blood.
The second section of attributes comes into view:
Thorns of Blood - The Demonic Sword is born from sucking blood. Injuries from the Demonic Sword are difficult to heal. When there is someone injured by the Demonic Sword within a certain range, the speed of the sword holder will continue to increase.
There was an eerie silence in the forest, and the soft snow seemed to absorb all sounds. The knights retreated in a commotion until the leader shouted sharply: "It's the magic sword, stop him!"
He pointed his sword at the mercenaries, and the mercenaries had no choice but to step forward. After collecting the money, they had to do something. Seeing the mercenaries gathering around, Xiaokong swallowed his saliva and raised his sword.
Zhongquan was sweating and had foreseen his own fate.
But before the mercenaries got close, an invisible force suddenly emitted from the magic sword. The force passed through the sky without any damage, like a wall hitting those mercenaries. Dozens of mercenaries all shouted out
With a scream, he flew away and fell into the snow.
At this time, the box saw the third attribute of the magic sword:
Soul Sacrifice - Every time the magic sword kills one person, the sword wielder gets a chance to use the opponent's ability. The soul resides in the magic sword until it disappears.
Then comes the fourth paragraph of attributes:
Crow Crow - Summons ravens to devour the enemy's flesh and blood, and the sword wielder can temporarily transform into a raven.
When Xiangqian gently pulled the sword tip out of the dark scabbard, the last line of text also came into his sight:
"Blood flows like a river, and the crows whisper; the storm has arrived, and the longship is coming——"
"The name of his sword is the magic sword 'Gwendes'."
That is, in ancient pagoda language, it means crow.
He pulled out his sword and pointed it forward. The blade actually gave people the illusion of a dark blade lingering on it, like countless needle points, piercing everyone's eyes. The long and narrow blade actually made countless mercenaries, bounty hunters and
The knights all took a step back.
The shrill voice lingering in the heart of the box seemed to suddenly become louder, and it screamed: "... Surrender to it, the ancient and distant will will surely dominate everything... And we, we share weal and woe..."
But Xiang Xiang's expression was as cold as iron, and he held the sword tightly in one hand. He said, "You can't dominate anything."
He sheathed his sword in front of his chest. At that moment, the wind in the forest seemed to have stopped, and the collar of the young man's coat also stopped. Only a pair of dark eyes remained, staring at the leading knight. The knight commander faced the young man.
His eyes seemed to be falling into a bottomless abyss. He always claimed to be strong-willed, but at this moment his mind was wavering, and he unconsciously took several steps back.
And the next moment, the box moved.
Half of his body blended into the light, and half blended into the shadow. The whole figure seemed to be in the gap between light and shadow - Xiao Kong turned around in shock - but he only saw a shadow disappearing beside him.
The bright half of the box gradually disappeared, and the dark half turned into an afterimage.
"...Shadow Realm Passage, no, he is a magician!" Knight Commander Ru Mengfang woke up and shouted hurriedly. He never expected that his opponent would be a magician. His attention
He was completely focused on the magic sword, and even forgot to observe the opponent's magic furnace.
He raised his sword and blocked it in front of him. The eyes that looked at him before the box always gave him a chill. The faint murderous intention seemed to follow him. At the same time, he reached forward and drew a magic circle decisively, trying to use the dimension
Anchor, capture the assassin from the passage of the shadow world.
However, before he could finish drawing the spell, the box had already appeared in advance. To his surprise, the opponent did not come directly to him. After the box flashed, it appeared in front of the mercenaries.
In front of the soldiers.
The mercenaries were getting up from the snow one after another, and a shadow was already blocking them in front of them. Box only raised his sword, and the mercenaries might not be able to stop him even if they were on full alert. What's more, at this moment, a trace of blood scratched his face.
After a while, the mercenary immediately covered his neck and fell down.
Box walked past him, pulled the crossbow from his back at the same time, raised the crossbow, as if he had been immersed in this art for more than ten years, skillfully wound it with one hand, took aim, and shot an arrow. A mercenary fell to the ground.
He didn't kill anyone. The arrow hit the mercenary in the thigh, causing him to fall down with a cry.
A sound of wind came from behind, and Box threw the crossbow in that direction. A mercenary slashed the crossbow with a sword. Box turned around at the same time, and his speed seemed to be much faster than before. His left hand wearing a magic glove aimed at the opponent.
One, "Stop."
The man was immediately unable to move. He pushed again and the man flew out, knocking down three or four people in that direction.
Box felt himself speeding up again, and struck out with a backhand sword as if telepathically, causing a sneak attack on the other side to have his right hand cut off at the wrist, and he screamed and stepped back. "Shoot him to death!" the knight commander shouted loudly,
Ignoring the mercenaries cursing in their hearts, the bounty hunters on the periphery picked up their crossbows and cocked their arrows.
Feather arrows flew towards him, but Box's figure suddenly became dim again. Arrows passed through him one after another, causing the mercenaries to fall to the ground. Box was like an illusory shadow wandering behind each mercenary. The mercenary's face
They were frightened by such unpredictable abilities and retreated one after another.
"Surround us!" the knight commander shouted again, and all the knights unsheathed their swords and surrounded him.
Not far from the battlefield, Saya blew a long whistle. She looked in that direction and gave an order to everyone around her: "Go help him!"
In fact, before she could give her order, Tian Lan had already run over holding the magic instrument in her arms.
The long whistle echoed in the forest——
The hunters hiding everywhere emerged from under the bushes. While they turned back to comfort the women and children hiding in the dark, they quickly picked up their weapons and jumped out of their hiding places. "It's sand."
"Miss Ye's voice," people whispered to each other: "Miss Saya is calling us, we have to go help-"
Arrows flew out from all over the forest, and the knights who were about to step forward turned back and raised their shields to block the flying arrows.
At this moment of respite, Box appeared again. He appeared behind a mercenary and stabbed him through with a sword. But he still didn't kill anyone. The sword passed through the opponent's right shoulder blade.
He passed through it, bringing up a fountain of blood, and the man wailed and knelt down.
The box succeeded with one strike and turned into a wandering shadow again - but at this time the Knight Commander's magic was finally completed, and a dimensional anchor fell, causing the box to be ejected from the shadow channel. Seeing this, the mercenaries all shouted.
, and rushed in this direction with great ferocity.
But the box stopped very calmly, and used his sword to block the scimitar that the mercenary was attacking towards him. The slender blade was like a silver thread, cutting the scimitar in half like cutting paper. The man was stunned.
He watched the sword stab at him, pointing straight at his throat——
The moment was almost at its peak, but in Box's perception it was as slow as time flowing through an hourglass. He even tilted his head slightly, retracted his hand, deflected the blade, avoided the opponent's throat, and then slashed with his sword.
Put down one of the opponent's arms.
Time resumed its flow, and the man covered his arms and screamed and fell backwards.
In his field of vision, more mercenaries were pouring in from that direction like a tide.
Box raised his left hand, a silver light flashed on the dark glove, and he pulled hard, only to hear a loud bang. Under everyone's stunned gaze, a giant pine tree that only two or three people could hug was unexpectedly struck by an invisible force.
The force pulled it up by its roots and flew across it.
The mercenaries were so frightened that they immediately turned around and ran away, but they were still swept away——
Only two knights stepped forward, and the magic furnace behind them lit up at the same time. They jumped up high and flew toward the box like wings growing out of their ribs.
But Xiangxiang raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. He sided with a few millimeters to avoid the opponent's straight sword. It looked dangerous, but in Xiangxiang's eyes, everything was extremely slow. He took a step forward.
, pierced the opponent's magic furnace with a sword, and then flew it away. The penetrating force directly tore off the protection of the knight's magic furnace, and with a "crash" the magic furnace was torn off his body, and with it
Seven or eight parts were scattered all over the floor.
He turned his sword back and swiped the sword across the throat of the defenseless knight.
A drop of warm blood flew out.
The box turned around again, and purple flames ignited on the sword, and he slashed at the other knight, "Crow Feather Sword!" The knight was so shocked when he saw this scene that his voice almost changed, "
How could you do this!?" He originally raised his sword to block, but when he saw the flames on the sword, he quickly retracted it and retreated.
But how could he not have time? Xiang Xiang had already swiped at him with his sword, cutting him into two pieces including his body and armor, and flew away. Xiang Xiang was slightly startled, and he put away his sword and looked at it. He didn't expect that this sword could be so powerful.
The power of.
However, after killing these two knights, he no longer stepped forward. Instead, after looking at the knight commander, he turned around and continued to walk towards the mercenaries. The knight commander involuntarily took a step back, but he was afraid of those who were afraid.
Different from the mercenaries, he finally saw something at this moment.
The more he looked, the more something was wrong. At first, his men could at least walk back and forth on the opponent's hand, but now they couldn't even catch up. The opponent's speed had reached a terrifying speed, and it seemed that he could not even walk.
It will also leave a bloody afterimage behind.
The knight commander suddenly realized something and shouted: "Retreat, knights enter!"
In fact, he didn't need to shout. The mercenaries had lost all fighting spirit. They originally thought that victory could be achieved with human lives, but now it seemed to have become an unrealistic fantasy.
The knights passed through the mercenaries and stepped forward with their swords raised.
The box finally stopped at this moment. He looked at the rows of knights and thought that it was almost done.
He looked around again. Saya's companions, her selectors, and hunters were pouring out from all over the forest to join the battle. Those people were weak and weak in front of the mercenaries and knights.
Not worth mentioning, but they came anyway.
He raised his sword and put the blade between his eyebrows.
Then he raised his sword and slashed forward.
At that moment, almost everyone felt that the long and narrow sword edge seemed to separate the space, making the forest dark. People heard a low scream, which seemed to be something, and from there the forest
surged out.
And immediately, they saw countless wings flying out of the shadows. They were countless crows, whizzing out from behind the box and from between the dark shadows. They spread their wings and flew behind the young man.
Like a flowing shadow, it screamed towards the knights in front of it.
The knights widened their eyes and saw the gleaming claws hidden under the wings. They hurriedly raised their arms to block them in front of them. The crows swooped in and banged against the metal armor.
It was like a roaring storm. But their sharp claws still passed through the gaps in the armor, or the exposed parts of the knights, leaving traces of blood.
As the blood flew away, the box took a step forward.
And in that step, the knight commander in the distance saw among the countless crows, not the claws flashing with cold light, nor the flying wings, but a pair of dark, faint, gleaming icy lights.
eyes - and the gaze in those eyes seemed to be pointing directly at the human heart, staring at the weakest place deep in his heart.
The moment the box took a step forward, he transformed into a raven in everyone's eyes; the raven spread its wings, and under its dark feathers, it was covered with eyes shining with scarlet light; and the next moment
, the red color turned into a bloody stream of light, like stars falling into the night sky.
Almost no one could see clearly what happened at that moment, because it was so fast that it exceeded the limit of human vision. It was like a blood-red line that separated the night, that line divided the sky and the earth into two.
Everything between heaven and earth became quiet.
The knight commander only made a gurgling sound in his throat.
He tried hard to turn around, but all he could do was separate his upper and lower body, then fall down into the snow, raising a bloody snowflake.
The young man gathered his figure in the dark mist and stood still on the spot. He raised his sword and gently put it into its sheath. A flash of dark light disappeared with the blade.
It seemed as if everyone heard a deep voice:
"Only I can control my sword."
…
When Fang Plover walked into the dark hall, the hall was completely empty.
Blackbo walked in from the outside with someone, stopped behind Fang Plover, and raised his head to look at the center of the hall, where the tall statue with an unclear face. The icon of Aidanlian stood sacredly and solemnly, watching.
Everyone who walked into the hall. Blackbo curled his lips, drew his sword and stepped forward, but Fang Pliong stretched out his hand to stop him - they were here to take back this place, not to blaspheme.
After all, Aidanlian is a member of the Orin pantheon. He died in the last disaster. Although it was predicted that he would return to the world as Terraeche, the King of Crows, this god was still kind.
For this land. Moreover, there is no need.
Regarding Fang Plover's stop, Blackbo made no comment and just silently retracted his sword. He looked at the young man with some awe before replying:
"They all escaped first."
"them?"
"There is at least one Crow Knight here in the temple, and there is a Patriarch. The great knight is called Morfein Gray Flame. I know him. That guy is a very arrogant person." Blackbo replied, this is exactly what he said.
The reason for his reverence for Fang Plover. Originally, he expected at least a fierce battle, but he didn't expect that the other side would actually run away. Although the people in the Crow's Claw Temple may have learned the outcome of the battle outside the inn, after the knights were resurrected,
We can still fight.
Fang Yu couldn't help but think of the high-level knight with burnt-yellow eyes he met at the hotel. He wondered if the Feimon Gray Flame he mentioned was that person. He should have been the one who noticed Sylvide's identity in the first place.
Come. He originally wanted to ask this person some questions, but he didn't expect that the other person's sense of smell was so sensitive, so he left first.
They were left with this empty temple.
At this time, a "Redeemed" ranger hurriedly walked in from outside the hall and said to them: "Captain, Mr. Ed, there is someone outside who wants to see you."
"What's wrong?" Blackbo turned around and asked.
"They are the Chosen Ones," the ranger replied: "They said they were from the Silver Forest Spear. Mr. Ed, the leader said he knew you."
"A person from the Spear of the Silver Forest?" Fang Yu was slightly startled and turned around: "A person from the Spear of the Silver Forest, do you know me? What's his name, Wu Di, Liu Liyue?"
"No," the ranger shook his head: "He said his name was Thrush."
