Time is like a creeping ghost in the forest, passing by quietly minute by minute.
"Sister, what is this place?"
Yuta's eyes widened in horror, and she realized that what she held in her hand was not a sharp sword, but a soft, boneless hand. The owner of the hand was looking at her with his head tilted, and his green eyes were like clear springs in the forest.
Hair shawl, white clothes barefoot, her feet stepping between the thick green moss, like an elf in the forest.
"elder sister?"
"Otis?"
"This is……"
The nightmare memories of ten years ago came back to mind.
"No, Otis, don't stop, run!"
Yuta suddenly felt that her hands were empty, and her sister disappeared like a reflection in the water, replaced by a bright narrow light in the darkness - that was the edge of the sword blade. The illusion in front of her made her shiver, and she subconsciously raised her hands.
The white lion was wearing a sword, "When——", the two swords connected, sparks flew everywhere, and Yuta was caught off guard and took a step back.
Knight Cruz, who was covered in armor on the opposite side, was also slightly startled. A confused voice came from under the metal visor: "White Lion Saber...Eruin?"
I actually got distracted.
Jutta broke out in a cold sweat. She never thought that she would make such a fatal mistake in the battle. Although she had been exhausted physically and mentally from repeated battles, and it was said that people can see everything in the past again before they die. Could it be that this
Is this a sign of death?
She breathed heavily——
Seven or eight sharp swords stabbed her. When she was in the best condition, she would have to go all out even if she faced one of them, let alone now.
The forest burned in the darkness...
Knights wearing white robes and with sun badges tattooed on their chests came out of the darkness. The hateful slave traders fell to death under the shining swords in their hands. But there were also panicked slaves who fell on the hooves of their horses.
Next - The knights had no mercy and trampled over these mountain people and Senians. The sound of fire burning with the wind, the sound of buildings collapsing, roars and cries were all heard together.
She and her sister, who was also half-dressed, shivered and hid under a dilapidated tent. The tent was filled with the stench of feces and urine, but she sincerely hoped to hide in this small space forever.
The dancing shadows in the darkness were retreating, and through the tent, swords and swords could be seen, and blood splattered.
A long sword finally found an opportunity to break through her defense line. The sword stabbed her shoulder, and red blood spurted out. The severe pain made Yuta feel that the scene in front of her seemed to overlap with the scene decades ago.
, seven or eight knights surrounded her, the swords in their hands flashed with cold light, and their eyes were alert. They did not give her any chance to die together.
Then she felt another sword hit in her lower abdomen, and her strength seemed to disappear with it. She knelt half on the ground, swaying, and the Cruz knights surrounding her seemed like wolves waiting for an opportunity in the forest.
It was the Wolf, that summer night in the Stag Forest in Prague.
The wolves whined lowly. Her red eyes were buried in the dark night. She protected her sister Otis with one hand. Her whole body was covered with wounds. The pain seemed to have paralyzed her nerves, and one eye was also covered in blood.
But she still stared at those beasts fiercely, more fiercely than any of them.
During the long escape life, it seemed like he would die every moment. But he miraculously survived every time because he could not give up, for the sake of his sister.
"Your name is Ovitia, little girl. Are you a mountaineer?"
"This is my grandson. His name is Brando."
"No, there are some things in you that he will never possess. People who live a good life cannot understand these things-"
"You want to learn the sword from me?" The old man smiled: "I'm afraid not, but I can recommend you to a place where that person might protect you for my sake."
But my sister still died.
Because I am too incompetent.
Even after so many years, he still couldn't protect her.
Jutta couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes. The tears dispersed the blood and flowed down her cheeks like a stream mixed with blood. She hated those who brought all this injustice to the world, and hated those who did nothing and still had to live in this world.
The aristocrat behind the crime hated everyone's indifference and hated everything that was old, but she was powerless. Otis's death seemed to be inevitable, and she was powerless to change or resist.
Even though she often gritted her teeth and cursed, she didn't know in her heart whether she was cursing her own weakness or those who had caused all this.
A Cruz knight walked up to her, his metal armor creaking, and he raised his sword.
Become a knight.
Already a member of the nobility.
But what to fight for?
Is everything that the lord and the princess are changing really the world that my sister wants?
Facing the sword that shone with cold light, Yuta was at a loss for a moment.
…
"Eruin?"
When he heard the name, Sir Marjorie also felt horrified: "Why are they here? Are they not in Port Fatan? It is more than a hundred miles away from here. Have their spies already arranged to come to this place? They are
Don’t you know something?”
He asked a series of questions in succession.
Obviously, the knights who summoned them could not answer these questions, or even any of them. They were also surprised and baffled. They originally thought that those were the armies of the northern nobles, or the troops of the Mosaic and Leaf Territory. This answer was beyond
beyond their expectations.
What's more, why are these Eruin people so strong? The combat effectiveness of this scout cavalry has exceeded their most optimistic estimates of that weak country in the past. Even their knights on the plateau cannot resist the white cavalry.
Legion, not to mention involving the more elite White Knights.
There are less than ten of them.
Where did this Eruin army come from, and who are they? Countless questions emerged from Maruoli's mind.
"Have you seen their emblem clearly? Are they really Eruin people?"
"Yes, sir, that is the white lion emblem."
"White Lion Army?" Marjorie shook his head in disbelief: "No, although the intelligence said that there are indeed White Lion Army soldiers among the Eruin people staying in Port Fatan, and the White Lion Army is indeed a member of the Eruin Army.
The strongest legion of the Luin people. However, it is far from reaching this level. This must be the disguise of those Yankees, or simply the Buga people, unless..."
An idea suddenly emerged from his mind uncontrollably.
"Unless what, my lord?"
"Unless that's another army." Marjorie asked somewhat seriously: "Are you sure that is the white lion emblem, the white lion emblem of the Eruin people?"
"I was about to talk about this. My lord, that emblem is somewhat different from the white lion emblem we have learned. It has a broken sword on it."
"Broken sword?"
Why is there a broken sword on the White Lion emblem? Maroli was extremely confused - where did these damn Eruin people come from?
He suddenly felt that something serious was wrong.
No matter who the other party is, the other party must have some intention to keep him in this place so desperately. Thinking of the combat effectiveness of the Eruin scout cavalry, he suddenly felt a little scared. The dignified Cruz front-line army Bai Zhizhi
The Knight Commander, the most elite knight in the legion, would actually feel scared facing an Eruin army. This is really ridiculous.
But as long as he thought that there would be more. No, as long as the same number of Eruin troops as his knights came, he would not dare to say that he was confident of victory.
When did the Eruin people become so strong?
Or is the empire already in decline?
Sir Marjorie suddenly felt like crying. As a knight, he was not afraid of dying in battle, but he knew what kind of secret he held in his hands at this moment. This secret must not fall into the hands of the enemy, regardless of the other party.
It doesn't matter if he's a Yankee who's pretending to be a ghost, or he's a real Eruin.
He turned around and saw that the gloomy wizard had the same expression. They both nodded.
"Prepare an assault, ignore the harassment of the scout cavalry, and crush anyone who dares to block the path of the army. We must pass through this valley before nightfall!"
He pulled out his sword fiercely: "Cruz, you will destroy the enemy on sight!"
But this time, there was no sound of promise.
The scene was strangely lonely.
Even Marjorie herself quickly became stuck.
One person and one sword slowly walked out of the forest. The black windbreaker reflected the silver moonlight. The sword blade in his hand seemed to be singing softly in the night, trembling slightly and entwined with a hazy silver light.
The wind started blowing in the forest, and the black wolf ran and howled on the ridge.
…
Walking like a wolf.
I don't know why, but this sentence actually appeared in Sir Marjorie's mind at this moment.
Once upon a time, those ancient legends about witches were regarded as bedside stories by the world, and no one took them seriously anymore. However, one day the legends will become reality.
Ma Ruoli never thought that this would be his last thought - a dazzling silver light lit up at such a fast speed. He had seen the Grand Master of the Knights draw his sword, but it was nothing more than that. The sword light burst out.
The local silver thread spread out. This was the power of the elements. He himself also controlled the power of the elements, but the elements in his body had just begun to resonate with the law, and a majestic force had already suppressed them into nothingness.
The upper elements in the same realm absolutely suppressed the lower elements! Ma Ruoli's face changed drastically, and before he had time to regret, a silver light had already passed through his chest, and a dignified great knight of the element realm died unexpectedly.
It was so inexplicable. It wasn't that he didn't want to avoid this fatal sword, but that at that moment he clearly felt that the space around him was fragmented. Every move he made seemed to have gone through many times and was frozen in the previous moment forever.
Locked in the eternal position of the sword.
Time and space are like a huge shackles, firmly restricting all possibilities of his evasion.
"This is……"
"Time and space..."
Endless darkness poured into his consciousness, as if falling into a cold abyss. Maroli felt his body falling down from the earthly dragon. In his last vision, he saw the figure of the man running rampant among his men.
, the sword light in his hand was like a line dividing everything, cutting the empire's knights into pieces.
Before he closed his eyes, he already knew the other person's identity.
"Count Tonigel."
The wizard in black robes said gloomily, and he trembled slightly. In less than a quarter of an hour, dozens of knights had already been killed or injured. Only a few of them were killed by the black wolf, and most of them were killed.
Death at the hands of the young man in front of him, the gold-level knight with manifested elements had no room for resistance, as if he was killing a chicken.
This person is actually even scarier than the rumors say.
The opponent's strength should have crossed the side of truth, but he is only so young.
Brando's eyes fell on the battlefield littered with corpses. The knights who besieged Jutta and others in the forest, as well as Marjorie's guards, totaled seventy-one people, including six who died at the hands of Jutta and others.
There should be no fish slipping through the net, and the guy in front of me should be the last one alive.
Of course, it is not necessarily true to say that they are alive, because some dead things in this world can also exist openly and openly under the sun.
A pack of black wolves is gathering at the edge of the forest. On the back of the tallest male wolf, sits a black-haired girl in her prime. She is watching everything happening in front of her with great interest. The killings are reflected in her black gem-like pupils.
It's like an exquisite game.
Brando glanced in that direction, frowned, and then turned around: "Necromancer?"
The black-robed wizard did not dare to make any mistakes and nodded silently.
"I only have one question. How many undead armies are operating in this area? Are they only going to Wallach?"
These are two questions. The black-robed wizard cursed in his heart, but he never dared to say these words. He could only answer honestly: "Many, some undead are awakened from the tombs of cultists. There are many like this in this area."
Some of the tombs are from Alkhash. Only part of these undead will go to Wallach, and the other part will stay in Wayne. The ancient battlefield in the mountains of Alkhash is a natural country of the undead, and His Majesty is very interested in it."
"Your Majesty? Which Your Majesty?"
"Of course he is 'our' Majesty."
"Are you from Madara?"
The black-robed wizard felt the murderous aura on Brando's body, and took a step back with some fear: "Lord Earl, I know what you want to do. I can help you sneak into Wayne, but you can't kill me..."
Brando pointed to the distance and said: "Have you seen that woman? Her name is Kou Hua, she is the daughter of Isis. Even if I don't kill you, you can't leave here alive. What's more, although the white lion is not afraid of death,
, but the blood will not be shed in vain——"
"No!" The soul fire under the hood of the black-robed wizard suddenly burned brightly. It raised the bone staff and was about to launch a spell that would kill both of them, but before that, a sharp sword had already pierced its body.
Chest, passing between the gray-white flames jumping between the ribs.
The shriveled body of the black-robed wizard seemed to have suddenly lost weight and collapsed. The soul fire under its hood flickered brightly and dimly twice. It seemed that even to the end of his life, he could not believe that the young man in front of him knew how to control the undead.
The secret is not interesting at all.
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