~.< Shuhai Pavilion >-~ Scene 314: The Oath and the Sword iii
The sword was stuck in the meadow between the wilderness and the sky. The blade was as bright as a stream of autumn water. The white tie with the crescent moon emblem wrapped around the hilt was twisting in the breeze, as if it was swaying slightly in memory.
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His wise and deep eyes narrowed slightly, watching with interest as the horizon between heaven and earth became almond-shaped. A white cloak was placed on him, and a pair of rough hands under the cloak held a black scabbard. He stood proudly.
Standing like a lion.
"King, it's already late."
"Krentl, guess what I'm looking at?" The old man smiled, turned around and asked calmly.
"Across this grassland, further forward, further forward, the land of Eruin."
"Eruin, that's the land we risk our lives to protect. But what I'm looking at is my sword, Krentl." The old man withdrew his gaze. The sword looked uniquely slender in the lonely wilderness, but it supported it.
A world.
"Your sword?"
"I'm wondering, after thousands of years, will anyone pick up this sword, wipe off the dust on it, and remember our oath? Will our descendants be able to withstand the test of time - you say, Aye
Will Luyin exist for a long time?"
"Eruin will exist for a long time, Your Majesty."
"But time flies, what if one day our descendants forget the promise of the present? The Cruz people also had the glory of the past, but they have long since stopped regaining all that. Maybe one day, Eruin
This is also the case with people."
"His Majesty."
"What I want is not Eruin, Krentl."
Cloud shadows were reflected in his gray-blue eyes, and his soft gray hair stuck to the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Time had left too heavy a mark on him. The old man felt that the fire in his heart was burning to the end little by little, but
At this moment, it seemed like it was glowing again.
He has seen too many wars, too many sufferings, and too many close people sacrificed on this land; when he closed his eyes, the picture of the past was like a golden scroll, as if he was still under that sunset.
At dusk, they left Cruz's territory for the first time.
That's where it all started.
"If mine is not Eruin, Krentel - but the soul and belief placed on this land, I want this voice to be passed on forever, I want Eruin's resistance and pursuit not to be forgotten
,I want its nobles to always remember their duties——"
"Krentl."
"Remember - if one day, the Eruin people really forget all this, then this sword will go back to where it came from and will no longer protect this country."
So wherever this sword comes from, it will return there.
"Your Majesty, the Eruin people have really forgotten all this."
"It's only been two hundred years."
"This land no longer carries that flawless ideal——"
But today, the sword is back again.
The sword in Krentl's eyes was emitting endless golden light. It was trembling in the girl's hand, as if it had been given a new life, trembling with excitement and ready to come out of the box at any time.
Krentl suddenly felt that his tears could not stop pouring out, even though he had stopped crying.
But those are the tears in my heart.
Your Majesty, have you seen that there are still people who have picked up this sword, wiped the dust off it, and remembered our oath. So it feels that faith again, after being forgotten for centuries,
That glorious flag returned to Eruin.
Brando also looked at the lion sword in Freya's hand.
At that moment he heard the sound of the sword - like a landslide and a tsunami, like a huge voice echoing, telling, he seemed to have seen that glorious era, and saw the two elongated figures in the lonely wilderness.
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The sword answers the oath——
Will Eruin exist for a long time?
Eruin will exist for a long time, Your Majesty.
"What happened, Freya?" Nymesis asked loudly.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden strong light from Freya's sword.
"I don't know, I don't know!" Freya looked at the trembling sword in her hand dumbfounded. It seemed to have come to life and was responding to something: "It, it seemed to feel something..."
The whole Ampelsel shook——
Foster rushed out of the tent like crazy. The entire White Lions command post was shrouded in a huge buzz. Everyone in the camp stopped involuntarily, raised their heads and looked in one direction.
go.
Right in the center of the camp.
The huge white lion battle flag was emitting an extremely dazzling light. The battle flag stood in the wind and rain, and the white lion on top of the flag seemed to come to life at this moment, with its teeth and claws exposed.
"Flag of Glory..." Foster suddenly froze.
He seemed to understand something and looked to the west blankly.
Karen, the knight commander of the fourth column of the White Lions, was also looking in the same direction. In the wind and rain, an army he had never seen before was slowly passing through the rain curtain and coming to him.
There seems to be singing in the rain.
'I swear an oath before this sword——'
'I swear to lead my people - to lead them away from killing and strife, away from the arrogance and greed of the nobles.'
'I swear not to repeat this cold-blooded mistake, and I will make the nobles of the new kingdom abide by the spirit of chivalry - just and strict, upright and brave, kind and lenient.'
'I made an oath to do this today and every day.'
The silver elf helmet is bathed in the rain, and the white lion on the shoulder seems to have come out of legend. The sword in his hand is five feet long and one palm wide. There is a lion's heart mark on the hand guard. He is wearing heavy armor and is covered with scales.
Wear a skirt, sing an oath and walk.
At this moment, legend and reality overlap.
The army slowly marching out of the heavy rain instantly hit the softest place in the hearts of all the White Lions soldiers. It seemed as if they were walking out of a glorious story with a clear history, and even had the feeling of a fairy tale.
With that mysterious and magical aura, the legendary army appeared in front of them.
That is their predecessor.
their history.
Their pride.
Praetorian Guard Chapter of the White Lions.
But now it's their enemy -
Therefore, they finally broke their oath. The glory they claimed to have inherited from Lord Exian was about to be washed away at this moment. The legendary army was now coming to remove the laurels from their heads.
Everyone couldn't help but subconsciously take a step back.
It was the legend they had heard countless times in stories, the one they had grown up with, and the one that strengthened their beliefs. Although the White Lion Corps walked silently in the rain, it was only half a squadron. None of the White Lion Corps was
Veterans can count the number of opponents with just one look.
Forty-five.
But so what?
Knight Karen felt that his palms were filled with cold sweat. Since he became a knight, there had never been a moment like today when he had lost the courage to hold a sword before facing an opponent directly. But the honor of a soldier did not allow him to abandon his sword and surrender, let alone
That kind of blank panic was just a momentary illusion.
Karen reacted in an instant. He almost gritted his teeth and shouted: "What a shame and a shame. Where did the clown come from and dare to pretend to be the White Lion?"
The sound carried far away in the rain.
"White Lion Army?" The army stopped, and the commander at the head was obviously slightly startled.
Right now, Karen seized the fleeting opportunity and immediately raised his sword: "The fourth column of the White Lion Army listens to my order and attacks! Destroy these madmen who blasphemed the late Lord Ek!"
The soldiers of the White Lion Legion roared in unison, as if only such a roar could eliminate the doubts in their hearts. It seemed that thousands of times, just like their ancestors, their comrades attacked the Cruze cavalry on the plateau.
Like a charge, they launched a charge against the Eruin people for the first time in thousands of years.
The horn of the White Lions echoed for a long time.
The melodious voice contains the long and glorious history of this legendary army. Every time it charges forward, it has never had an opponent, not because it is invincible, but because it is indomitable.
In front of the White Lions, no enemy can make them tremble with fear.
Because this is the courage of a lion.
It was the faith given to them by the late Lord Ek.
The soldiers drew their long swords out of their sheaths, but there were only two hundred of them, but they carried the momentum of tens of millions of people. The white lion's battle flag moved forward in the wind and rain, and the formation was as tight as a sharp blade, sweeping past, just maintaining this sword
What is sharp is not only discipline, but also faith.
But the hand holding the sword felt heavy for the first time today.
"It's really the White Lions." Caglis suddenly felt an illusion that this was fate, as if an invisible hand arranged for them to meet, and this meeting was eternal.
But he also understood what it meant to have unexpected enemy formations on the battlefield.
"The situation has changed," the young commander made the decision to join the Lord immediately, but before that, there was an army also named the White Lion Army that stood in front of them.
He drew his sword.
Karen also held the sword in her hand tightly.
"Listen to my orders——!"
"White Lion War Technique!" Two orders were shouted at the same time in the pouring rain. Caglis had expected it, but Karen felt as if a sharp arrow had been hit in his heart.
In front of him, the strange yet familiar army suddenly accelerated.
Although heavy armor was mopping the ground and swords were marching together, it seemed as if everyone had a terrifying momentum like a galloping horse. The ground was trembling, and the blue stone slabs on the long street were slightly tilted.
‘Infantry Knight’.
The palm of Karen's hand has turned white. That is the legendary infantry knight. The cyan wind surrounding the opponent's White Lion armor. Such forging technology has been lost by the White Lion Army after the Battle of Lunn. That is the Queen of the Wind.
The core technology contained in the half-body armor can make a set of heavy armor as light and agile as light armor.
It's all magic armor.
The soldiers of the White Lion Legion all feel depressed. Ever since the Holy War, or in the past two centuries, where has there been such an army in Eruin? But the key is the indomitable momentum. The two legions are almost the same.
If there is any difference, it is that the other party seems to have a kind of persistence that they do not have. The pride and glory of being a soldier can be seen in them, but there is something in the other party's shining eyes under the mask that they have never seen before.
Things I've seen.
persist in.
and pursuit.
There is only a thin line between the two armies. The veterans of the White Lion Army have never been afraid. They even feel a little ashamed. Fighting with more and less is not the honor of the White Lion Army. But this does not prevent them from raising their swords and keeping their hearts in mind.
Determined and without any obstacles.
The experience they gained from fighting in thousands of battles supports them to deal with all unexpected situations coldly and calmly.
But the accident really happened.
Still ten meters to go.
The heavily armored White Lion Guards all raised their two-handed giant swords in their hands - the sword was five feet long and a palm wide, with a lion's heart mark on the guard and three claw marks on the blade - it was the legendary sword.
The Lion's Sword. But Karen saw that the sword blade in each enemy's hand became slightly brighter.
"No..." An unpleasant thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Get out of the way -" The knight captain tried to save everything at the last moment, but unfortunately, it was a little late. I saw Caglis and his White Lion Guard suddenly leaning over the sword, and they all stood up in the rain.
cut.
A neat chop.
A round moon-like water splash flew out from the sword, forming a water curtain spreading forward on the long street.
There was a faint white light flashing in the water curtain.
Like a perfect arc.
The arc moves forward, crossing a distance of nearly ten meters, like sparkling waves.
The soldiers on the front line of the fourth column of the White Lion Army seemed to have hit an invisible wall head-on. They all fell to the ground. A moment later, the hoarse screams were heard - a piece of blood dyed the color of the rain red, and it lasted for a long time.
The blood halo spread rapidly on the street, and the stone slabs were stained with a blood-like color.
"White Crow Swordsmanship, this is impossible..."
"No, the time is earlier...this should be..."
"Fenghou Swordsmanship, White Lion's Teeth..." Karen felt miserable in her heart.
There was a neat sound of clattering, the White Lion Guards put away their swords, and the entire legion was like a whole, exactly the same. At that moment, layers of history and countless scenes overlapped in front of the White Lions like disturbing fragments.
Past, present, legends, stories, glory, victory and defeat, countless memories are like a quietly flowing river, slowly flowing through their hearts.
That is the White Lions.
But this name no longer belongs to them.
It was as if a huge voice between the majestic heaven and earth said: "Today, I want to take off your crown, because you have strayed from the glorious path-"
It is the voice of the late Lord Ek.
It’s the same moment.
Suddenly, Caglis suddenly raised his head, with a look of disbelief in his eyes. To be precise, everyone present stopped their movements for an instant, and the air seemed to be filled with some kind of heavy pressure.
, even the flow of wind and water became viscous.
Everyone feels a great pressure.
And the sound of the body's body buzzing.
Sword and Oath.
Resonated.
There was a loud bang, and Foster saw a golden beam of light shooting into the sky from the glorious flag. Just a moment later, another beam of light rose from the east.
Two beams of light reflected each other in the early morning sky.
Foster remained silent for a long time because he knew——
