The girl rode her horse, bypassing a large area of vibrant grape branches, and appeared on an open boulevard in front of the main entrance of the manor. This road that had witnessed countless knights' expeditions in the past era had long been destroyed by late summer.
The fallen leaves were covered with leaves, and the yellow sycamore leaves spread over the white feldspars used to pave the road, shining in the faint firelight. The knights of the Gustave family stood on both sides of the street, facing the girl knight who was galloping towards them.
With the courtesy of paying attention, no one spoke, not even a sound was heard, and a solemn and quiet atmosphere silently filled the air.
As Brandi's steps clicked on the carpet of fallen leaves, the figure of the girl knight gradually emerged from the darkness and became clear. She was wearing a holy white armor and a snow-white battle robe.
The coat of arms of the Goldstaff family is painted with the white thorn flower. One hand is holding the reins, and the other hand is holding a silver knight's spear. The blade of the spear is slightly tilted towards the ground and is not a traditional spindle or cone.
The shape is like the branches of a white thorn flower, twisting and branching, until it converges into one at the end and condenses into the tip of a spear. Its sophistication, complexity and beauty even make people doubt that it is still alive.
Flowers may bloom from the blade of the gun at any time in midsummer. However, when the wind passes by, blowing up a few fallen leaves on the street, lightly crossing the beautiful blade of the gun, and is immediately divided into two, you will
Aware of the danger beneath that beauty.
Brandy's attire is almost the same as that of her master. She is also dressed in holy white and wearing a war robe. From her neck to her body to her legs, they are all protected by thick chainmail. This heavy equipment fell on her, but
It was as light as nothing and did not have any impact on her movements. Her steps were still light and fast, and she could rush a hundred meters in the blink of an eye. However, her steps were full of rhythm and not hasty, as if she was walking gracefully on the battlefield.
It gives people a calm and unhurried feeling.
The knight with the silver spear and the white horse galloped out of the dark night, passing through the fallen leaves on the ground. This scene made people doubt that it was the white knight depicted in the famous painting handed down by Paolo Maldini walking out of the scroll.
He came down and completed the transformation from fantasy to reality in front of everyone. The knights held their breaths as they looked at this scene, with a strange light shining in their eyes.
They recognize that armor. To be precise, all those who follow the Goldstaff family will never forget it, because as early as the ancient times, its original owner used it to help the creatures on this land.
A kind of profound rules and distinctive vitality to ensure that it can become the "land of hope" that people need in any era. The great knight is named Vince Jean Goldstaff, a true pioneer.
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This armor named "Heart of Ice" has unimaginable protective power. Its workmanship is fine and complex. The artistic helmet decoration and battle skirt armor leaves were created long before the birth of human aesthetic concepts.
It already exists, and it is obvious that it was not cast by human craftsmanship, but by alien hands.
When Baron Vince, on behalf of mankind, signed an oath of alliance with the aliens under the joint witness of the land of Grangenia and the horses on the top of the mountains, in order to witness this friendship, the forge dwarves from the mountains and the forge dwarves from the forest
The silver elves - the former are the pioneers of forging and smelting technology, and are also the race best at forging in the world; the latter represent the dual peaks of technology and art. The word "skill" that human craftsmen often talk about later on
, it was originally carried forward by the Silver Elves - these two races united and used five rare metals, fifteen precious gems, as well as mercury, white thorn flowers and unmelting ice on the snowy mountains as materials to create the great
The pioneers forged this armor, and then invited five fairy groups, namely wind fairies, traveler fairies, water fairies, little fairies and flower fairies, which symbolize beauty and kindness, to offer eternal blessings to the armor so that it would never be forgotten again.
Indestructible to dirt, dust, indestructible, and will not wear away over time.
From that day on, the Heart of Ice Armor became the inherited treasure of the Goldstaff family and a witness to the ancient oath. It does not have any magical aura or any unique abilities, so it cannot be called a holy relic. However, it is
It is more qualified to bear this title than any holy relic.
Similarly, not everyone is qualified to be recognized by the Heart of Ice. At least, a certain silver elf elder who participated in the casting process once said to Baron Vince: "Only those with noble and unsullied courage can
Be its master."
Yes, it is not the spirit of chivalry, nor the friendship with strangers, but a kind of "noble and unsullied courage". However, what kind of courage can be regarded as pure and unsullied? For a long time, no one has ever
Knowing the answer, perhaps even the owners of the armor in the past are wondering.
In the past seven hundred years, the only person who could be recognized by the Heart of Ice was the legendary White Knight.
And Xino is the second one.
The gods are immortal and will one day appear again in people's sight. Witnessing the arrival of the legend makes the knights' hearts surge and even their souls tremble.
"Miss——"
When the figure of the girl knight passed under the shadow of the tree, leaving only a bunch of dead leaves behind the horse's hooves, a weak but firm voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Please come back."
It’s not that you have to win, but that you have to come back.
At this moment, time seemed to slow down. The branches were blown by the wind, the fallen leaves were split into two by the gun blade, and Brandi's front hooves had been raised but had no time to fall... Scenes unfolded...
The girl's eyes seemed to be in slow motion, like a colorful comic strip in a storybook. She could slowly read page by page and clearly examine the swing of each branch and the traces of the veins on each fallen leaf.
, or even how many heartbeats it takes for the sound to reach the ears each time the horse's hoof falls.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In this world that is slowing down to almost a standstill, the girl knight on horseback turns her head and looks for it in the frozen crowd, but she can't find it.
Looking at the source of the sound just now, it seemed to be said by one person, and it seemed to be said by everyone. Sometimes it was familiar and sometimes it was unfamiliar. So the girl suddenly realized that she was experiencing that situation again. Every time she encountered something in her life,
At important moments, there would always be a voice that suddenly appeared, as if reminding her of something.
There are always many things in this world that cannot be explained by common sense.
Time resumed its flow, and the snow-white horses galloped past. At the front of the crowd, under a tall sycamore tree, Xino saw the figure of the old butler Weber. He was holding a wheelchair and standing quietly on the edge of the shade.
, and the old man was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at himself with calm and profound eyes from beginning to end. In those dark red eyes that were no longer bright, there was an ancient wisdom.
The moment the horse's hoofbeats passed by, the girl knight opened her mouth slightly, letting her voice be torn apart in the wind: "Then -"
"I'm leaving, Grandpa."
The calm tone seemed to be just describing a short trip away from home, and he would be back soon. The old man in the wheelchair nodded calmly, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Go!"
"Knight of the House of Gustave!"
You should use the spear in your hand and fight gloriously like your ancestors until you win victory for all those who trust you.
Xino withdrew her gaze and looked straight ahead again. The light cherry-colored lips on her tight little face slowly tightened, and her aura became solemn and sharp in an instant. Brandy jumped up and
He jumped and rushed out of the gate of the manor. A shining silver light stabbed straight ahead in the darkness, and soon disappeared at the junction of sky and earth. The knights seemed to have not yet reacted, and still stayed in place in a daze.
Looking at it, I only saw the snow-white pony tail flying high in the wind, like a sacred flag.
"Miss..." someone murmured: "She's really gone."
There was silence, no one spoke to echo.
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A few minutes later, the girl knight rode her horse up a hill, reining in her horse and stopping here. The bleak weeds under the horse's hooves were lying low in the cold night wind, making a rustling sound. There was a scene of chilling and withering in the wilderness.
The sky dropped lower, and it seemed that you could touch those lead-like dark clouds by raising your hand. In this world of gray and black, the girl knight in holy white became the only scene with color. She whispered
He said to his beloved war horse: "See, Brandi, that is the enemy we are about to face."
The Holy Spear White Thorn, which was also made by the forge dwarf and the silver elf, was pointed at a certain place in the wilderness. Brandy looked up, but only saw a blurry shadow, which was some ancient buildings.
It collapsed so much that it was impossible to see its original appearance. It was occupied by the roots of towering ancient trees, wild grasses and tangled vines. Only an ancient windmill remained intact, standing tall in the darkness. There were about ten people there.
It looked like five meters high. Because it was too far away, Brandi couldn't see what the windmill looked like. She just thought it was weird because the wind in the wilderness was so fast that it seemed to uproot the trees rooted in the ground.
, but the windmill's fan blades are still firmly fixed there, not rotating, as if something is stuck.
"Eh?"
She called out in confusion, indicating that she didn't see the enemy. Xino smiled slightly and was about to explain to her. At this time, the ground under her feet suddenly trembled, and the tremor spread quickly afterwards, getting more and more...
It became more and more intense, making people almost think that the wilderness was experiencing a sudden earthquake.
"The time is just right." Xino pointed the blade of the Holy Spear White Thorn towards the ground, and the shaking on the hill immediately stopped. Then she looked up at the source of the earthquake, the place where the tremors were the most violent in the entire wilderness.
That is the ancient ruins of Trovinica. The corners of his mouth slowly curved: "It's about to wake up."
Did you feel that the descendants of the White Knight were approaching, so you became excited?
Brandi stared straight at the violently shaking ancient ruins, and felt an unpleasant evil aura from it. She was not afraid, on the contrary, the instinct inherited from her ancestors made her eager to
It was a showdown with the enemy. However, Xino seemed to have no intention of taking advantage of the opponent's just waking up to give it a head-on blow. He still sat steadily on the horse and did not give Brandy an order to charge.
While waiting, the vibrations of the ruins became more and more violent. The power from the underground even tore apart ferocious cracks in the ground. Sand, gravel and grass fell down, and were swallowed into the endless darkness.
.These cracks spread and expand again and again, but they are not directionless, but under the guidance of a certain force, they gradually draw a circle with the ruins as the center. When this circle with a radius of one kilometer is closed and formed,
, except for the part of the ground where the ruins are located, the rest of the ground inside the ring shattered and collapsed. Huge rocks fell together with the vegetation and dust on them. The scene was like a terrifying monster underground opening its huge mouth and swallowing the whole thing.
All the matter on the earth's surface is the same, leaving only a semicircle of nothingness.
The grass clippings and dust flying all over the sky formed a mist that was hazier than the clouds. Deep in the black mist, a huge and terrifying shadow slowly emerged, flapping the evil wings behind it, and gradually rose into the sky.
It was a taboo monster that was difficult to describe in words. It was as huge as a mountain, but it was not made of flesh and blood. Instead, it was made of rocks, steel, withered trees and even rotten soil. Similarly, its appearance
It is not like any recorded beast, but a combination of many complex features: three heads, the left is a lion's head that spits thunder, and the right is a snake's head that spits fire, but the middle head is not a beast.
, but the head of a black goat with six pairs of scarlet vertical pupils; four pairs of giant wings, namely the crimson dragon wings, the golden griffon wings, the pure white pegasus wings and the dark night crow wings.
, are all powerful monsters that have appeared in ancient legends; they have eight pairs of spider-like limbs, but their claws come from golden-maned lions, harpies, mountain eagles, werewolves, deer-headed spirits, vampires, dog-men and
Bat monsters, the notorious aliens in the legend of Motuosh; two ferocious scorpion tails gently brushed through the smoke, one was the tail of a lion scorpion, filled with purple poisonous mist, and the other was the tail of a sand scorpion, spitting out rough
The bright yellow sand... But without exception, these parts are the same as its body. They are not made of flesh and blood, but are made of various taboo and evil substances, exuding an aura of blasphemy from the inside out.
The ancient Trovinica ruins were topped by this terrifying beast on the head of the black goat in the center. The windmill in the ruins had long since lost its disguise, and the stones covering the surface collapsed one after another, revealing a pale horn.
Surrounded by six curved spiral horns, it looks like a prison, locking up a terrifying formless power.
Across a long distance, the monster that woke up from its sleep smelled the aura that disgusted it. The three heads were raised in unison, overlooking the tiny figure on the hill. When they saw the armor on the opponent's body and the spear in his hand.
, its six pairs of scarlet vertical pupils flashed at the same time, followed by a violent and ferocious aura, three mouths opened at the same time, and a ferocious roar came forward - the lion's head roared, the snake's head neighed,
The head of the black goat whimpered shrilly, like the roar of a siren. The roar instantly turned into a tangible storm, attacking in the direction where the girl knight was standing, causing the void along the way to groan under load, and causing the nearby vegetation to rush towards
They fell down in the same direction, forming an arc visible to the naked eye.
In the storm, only the knight and her horse stood motionless. The handsome face under the silver helmet was expressionless as she softly spoke the name of the terrifying monster in the sky——