In the Palace of Heroes, in the corridor near the weapons depot, the Soul-Severing Blade and the Soul-Slaying Spear were separated by a distance of more than ten meters. One was firmly nailed to the wall, and the other was lying quietly on the ground.
The soul-killing spear made a faint but ominous tremor, intermittently.
But neither of the two people who should have noticed this had the time or energy to take a look at this weapon.
Their battlefield has long been changed from the corridor to other places.
"boom!"
Amidst the loud noise, a large wooden door was slammed open!
In the darkness, two figures rushed into the room.
This is a weapons warehouse. The wide storage shelves are covered with layers of thick cloth, and a variety of dazzling equipment is stored in the darkness: from long swords and maces to shields and armors, there are many.
It is a special reserve set up by the White Blade Guard in the Palace of Heroes. Palace guards of the Palace of Heroes are trained according to standard equipment, but they are far from using so many types of weapons with their own characteristics.
In the darkness, the calm Nicolai rolled over, followed his memory, and stretched out his hand towards the nearest storage rack!
Listening to the voice behind him, he knew that the other party would not hesitate.
Just like I won't hesitate.
The next second, Nicolai suddenly turned around in the dim vision, the weapon in his hand flying in the air.
"Ding!"
Sure enough, Nicolai only felt a slap in the face: his weapon encountered a man-made obstacle.
In this sudden collision of weapons, both he and the enemy were slightly shaken, and both took advantage of the force of the counter-shock to retreat in the darkness.
Nicolai retreated to the wall and found the location in his memory. He cleverly flipped the weapon in his hand backwards, creating sparks on an iron frame. The eternal oil on the shelf quickly turned into flames, igniting the fire in the brazier.
Firewood.
Opposite him, with a soft sound, the enemy also used the flint next to it to burn the brazier in the corner.
The dark weapons depot suddenly became brighter.
Kaslan stared at the single-sided battle ax in Nikolai's hand.
"It seems that you think the same as me," Kasland said, waving the broad-edged sword he just got. "In battle, look for the weapon closest to you."
Nicolai pursed his lips but did not answer.
certainly.
This is one of the principles of the White Blade Guard.
Back then, the person who taught me this
Nicolai did not speak. He lowered his eyes, held the handle with both hands, and moved the ax blade back and forth in front of him, skillfully making an "X" shaped trajectory.
Kaslan smiled.
According to the usual practice, when a Grand Duke of Exeter is newly promoted to the co-king, he has the right to take over the iconic White Blade Chronicles and form a special guard that the Northlanders are proud of. The White Blades have a long history and high status.
Guards to demonstrate the honor and importance of being a king.
The White Blade Guards are all selected from experienced warriors such as the standing army who train three times a year, and then re-trained and formed. In the process, they will be reborn and become capable of recognizing battlefields and commanding battles, as well as personally participating in life-and-death battles.
The elite: they are not only the king's guards, but also his blades.
Each term of the White Blade Guards is full of the commander's personal characteristics. For example, "Earth-shaking" Kaslan Lumba, based on his own example, requires the White Blade Guards to master the use of almost every battlefield weapon.
That's why we have this weapons arsenal, which stores almost every kind of weapon from every era.
"Your vision for evaluating battles has deteriorated," Kaslan raised his gaze from the opponent's weapon: "You know, attacks are monotonous, chopping is slow, and I'm not wearing a heavy-armored battle ax, which is really not a good choice."
What answered him was Nicolai's merciless ax blow.
nonsense.
If you can't see anything clearly, of course you can use whatever you catch.
"Peng!"
Kaslan deflected the opponent's slash and struck back with his broad-bladed sword, but was blocked by Nikolai's sudden change of direction again.
Nicolai took two steps back, feeling annoyed.
no.
The broad-edged sword has two edges and is flexible in attack. As long as he strikes back with his backhand, I have to spend some finishing power to defend.
Thinking of this, Nicolai threw his hands without hesitation, and the battle ax flew towards the enemy.
Kaslan deflected the opponent's throwing axe, but when he raised his head again, a light and even one-handed stabbing sword had arrived in Nikolai's hand from a weapons rack not far away.
"Good choice."
Kaslan only had time to say these two words, and Nikolai used his finishing power to chop, stab and slash, with almost no gaps in the transition!
Within a few rounds, around the gap between the two-way slashes of the broad-bladed sword, the chopping and stabbing swords attacked back and forth deftly. The combination of slashing and stabbing made Kaslan quite embarrassed.
In the final blow, Kaslan worked hard to deflect Nikolai's slash, but was forced to retreat by another change of moves. He had no choice but to roll on the ground and knock down a row of weapon racks to block Nikolai's advance.
.
Amidst the jingling sounds of countless weapons falling to the ground, Nicolai had to stop and adjust his breathing.
"You have injuries on your body, not serious." Nicolai kicked away a row of shelves blocking the road and shook the stabbing sword in his hand: "You can't even catch a slightly more flexible move?"
"Good job," Kaslan spat out the dust from his mouth and threw away the broadsword in his hand, "It's just"
"You seem to have injuries on your legs too," he grabbed the handle of a new weapon from the ground with his right hand and said calmly:
"I guess it's not very convenient to dodge?"
Looking at the new weapon in Kaslan's hand, Nikolai suddenly changed his color!
As the weapon rack made a sound, the three iron chains connected to Kaslan's handle were slowly straightened, bringing out three metal balls covered with spikes at the end.
Nicolai did not hesitate, immediately threw away the sword in his hand, turned around and ran away!
Sure enough, in the next moment, three terrifying sledge heads drew three arcs in the air and hit Nicolai's original position hard.
"Bang!" Stone chips flew.
Nikolai knew that Kaslan had found his weakness at the moment.
Multiple-headed shackle.
This weapon with a long handle connected to a hammer head is a veritable battlefield weapon. Not only is it extremely powerful, it can break bones and tendons even if it is swung by it, as many comrades as enemies will die under it when it is swung.
Normally, it would be easy to dodge it, but now
Nicolai gritted his teeth and endured the pain caused by the arrow wound on his leg. He kept walking, but he heard the sound of wind behind his ears.
The Meteorite didn't even think about it and just rolled away!
The stone fragments stirred up by the flail head hit the back of Nicolai's head.
Nicolai suddenly got up and continued running away.
"Bang!" Kaslan swung his flail skillfully again, and the iron-chained flail head grazed the weapon rack beside Nikolai, cutting it into three pieces.
Broken weapons scattered in the air.
Nicolai dodged a falling dagger.
But he knew he couldn't stop until
Nikolai, who was escaping Kaslan's attack, turned around a stone pillar and finally found what he wanted.
The next moment, Kaslan threw out the flail again!
But then his pupils shrank and Nicolai threw himself on the ground. When he got up, he already had a long weapon in his hand.
The Fallen Starman turned around and faced Kaslan!
"Clang!"
The iron chain in the air was wrapped around an iron rod that suddenly appeared!
Nicolai jerked back the long handle in his hand.
Amidst the sound of metal, the iron chain looped twice around the iron bar and stopped moving. The flail head was tightly locked on the axe-shaped design on the top of the iron bar.
Kaslan's heart tightened.
In Nicolai's hand was a complicated axe.
The protruding ax tip, the shape of the ax blade, and the specially made hook are all specially made to deal with cavalry. As long as they have enough strength and skillful movements, infantry can easily use this long weapon to hook cavalry off their horses.
And now, it has locked its own flail perfectly.
Nicolai took a few breaths and felt the fatigue in his body. Even as strong as he was, he was still exhausted after experiencing high-intensity fighting for several hours.
Fortunately, the other party is the same.
He didn't pause, stretched his right hand back, and the ax in his hand was equipped with a flail, and he stabbed Kaslan skillfully!
Kaslan let go of the chained flail in embarrassment. This time it was his turn to stagger to avoid Nikolai's erratic axe, which changed directions at any time.
"焄!"
The axe-halberd brought down a row of bow stands beside Kaslan, and the unstrung longbow fell to the ground.
Kaslan did not stop. He looked serious and continued to roll around in a circle to avoid the sweep of Nikolai's long weapon.
Nicolai tightened the weapon in his hand and struck out with a backhand halberd without hesitation.
"boom!"
Kaslan made a sliding shovel to dodge the attack and at the same time kicked down a weapons rack, causing the weapons on it to fall down with a crash.
The old man moved his arms and held three or four weapons under his left armpit, then ran for seven or eight steps before turning to face him again.
After seeing the weapon in Kaslan's hand clearly, Nikolai's heart flashed with warning signs!
The old man stretched out his right hand and pulled out from his left arm an outdated weapon that had long since disappeared on the battlefield.
javelin.
Kaslan raised the javelin seriously and opened his right arm.
"Whoosh!"
The javelin was released.
At that moment, Nikolai didn't bother to send out the ax and halberd in his hand, and his short body shrank his head!
"Keng!"
The galloping javelin, carrying the sound of howling wind, brushed past Nicolai's forehead that had just been lowered, and plunged hard into the stone bricks behind him.
Nicolai couldn't care less that his head was still feeling cold, so he decisively threw down his axe.
But the next second, there were two more "whoosh" whistles!
Nicolai tried his best to avoid the target and the two javelins on his head, but the arrow wound on his leg began to hurt again.
The Fallen Starman huddled behind a stone pillar, and just as he was hiding, a javelin flew from a distance and pierced his position.
Nikolai leaned against the stone pillar and panted, anxiously looking for new weapons, cursing in his heart.
As the Hand-Blade Guard led by Kaslan, no one knows Kaslan's terror better than him.
Kaslan's strength and reflexes are terrifying, earning him the nickname "Earthshaker."
But the old commander's unique skill is that he is proficient in the use and characteristics of almost every weapon. Any weapon he grabs on the battlefield can be turned into an unparalleled killing tool.
For example, every time he changed weapons such as broad-bladed swords, flails, and javelins, the pressure on himself increased dramatically, while the Fallen Starman could only deal with them passively.
There was a sound from behind the stone pillar. Kaslan picked up the bundle of javelins again and tore open the sealing rope.
"You have wasted many skills, Thornhead," Kaslan's voice came through the stone pillars: "Can it be seen from the weapons you chose that you have forgotten all the things I taught you?"
"As a hand-held guard, it is important to understand the characteristics of each weapon"
Nicolai clenched his teeth as he leaned against the stone pillar.
Anger and pain rose from his chest.
"Why?" He spoke with difficulty, interrupting the other party.
"Why?" Kaslan's voice.
Nicolai gasped and clenched his fists.
"You damn bastard, from just now to now," Meteorite gritted his teeth: "Why the hell are you bringing up so many things from the past?"
He roared angrily: "Do you think we are still sparring on the training ground like we used to?"
"traitor!"
The old man behind the stone pillar fell silent.
"It's you," Nikolai said painfully: "It's you who turned us from conscripts who only knew how to fight for food and clothing, money, face, honor, and promotion to a white-knife guard."
Nicolai closed his eyes tightly and felt the blood surge from every blood vessel: "Those words you told me while cracking the whip back then"
The next second, he grabbed the javelin stuck at his feet and suddenly ducked out from behind the stone pillar.
"Are they all fake!"
Two javelins were thrown towards each other from the hands of two people!
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Kaslan's javelin grazed Nikolai's calf, scratching the leather armor on his leg and drawing blood.
Nicolai rolled again and hid behind another stone pillar.
He touched his calf, which was wet.
But he had no time to care.
silence.
"Looking at the way you looked just now, I thought you just wanted to kill me." On the other side of the stone pillar, Kaslan looked at the trembling javelin beside him with a sad expression, and wiped the wound on the outside of his forearm:
"You'll never ask."
"A commander will always think one step more and take one step less back than his subordinates on the battlefield." Nicolai couldn't bear it anymore: "Isn't this what you told me?"
"Tell me how to be a qualified commander"
"Become a strong shield, an iron wall, and a battle flag that our comrades can rely on for protection on the battlefield."
"But what about you?" The Fallen Starman was excited, and he yelled with a distorted face: "Where is the blade oath you swore?"
"Resist powerful enemies and fight a hundred battles until all blood is shed," Nicolai said tremblingly: "Inherit hope and bloom glory until all things sleep forever."
"Where's your blood?"
"Where is your glory?"
"Boss!"
Nikolai's roar shocked Kaslan!
There was a long silence in the arsenal.
Only two people were left panting, one intense, the other unsteady.
Finally, the old man spoke slowly.
"Jitou, being a commander must be tiring."
Nicolai paused.
Kaslan lowered his eyelids and spoke softly:
"In the past twenty years, Your Majesty Nunn, how much darkness and secrets have you been forced to bear?"
"How many things are there that will make you feel guilty, sleepless at night, have heavy shoulders, but cannot speak?"
The Fallen Star gritted his teeth and did not answer.
But there was unspeakable sadness in his heart.
Kaslan said silently: "And you can only continue to instruct your subordinates with a righteous face in the next day's training to be a loyal, honorable, upright, and heroic Blade Guard."
"I know, I know from my heart," Kaslan said bitterly:
"That's right, as one of His Majesty's most trusted people, the most capable guard captain around him, and the commander of the White Blade Guards, the world will always only remember your heroic appearance on the battlefield and your majesty next to the king."
“But behind the glamorous exterior”
"There are always things that are inescapable."
Nicolai just frowned and his hands trembled slightly.
"Nun and I grew up together, and we are closer as brothers than I am with Holt," Kaslan sighed slightly, taking out the javelins one by one and holding them in front of him.
Arranged for easy access: "More than thirty years ago, when I was sitting in the Tower of the End, facing the inheritance test letter given to me by my teacher, and the invitation letter to the White Blade Guard from the newly promoted Nun King, I had no choice but to
Hesitantly chose the latter.”
"I still remember the day I arrived at Longxiao City to take up my post," the old man said silently: "Nun, who had just become the king of Gongju, took me to stand on the cliff of the sky with snowflakes all over his body, overlooking the entire Longxiao City.
city."
"'Kaslan,' His Majesty said," Kaslan said bitterly: "'If I want to change Exeter, change this country.'"
Nicolai was shocked!
"'I want to change this country that is as great as ever, but also as outdated as before, and change this country that has made no progress in more than six hundred years.'"
"Will you help me?"
"I didn't hesitate," Kaslan let out a long sigh, "but I never realized what kind of path this was."