A medieval castle built on the mountainside and covering an extremely large area is majestic and full of historical deposits.
What is somewhat incongruous is that at the foot of the mountain is a fortress-like town built around the mountain with modern construction everywhere.
Like stars holding the moon, the medieval castle halfway up the mountain is protected layer by layer.
And this is the headquarters of the Casamonica family.
As the red sun sets in the west, the sunset glow looks like a burning fire, completely dyeing the medieval castle halfway up the mountain into golden red, extremely gorgeous...
At this time, in the towns at the foot of the mountain, people old and young, men and women, would walk out of their homes in unison, or stick their heads out of the window, casting pious and admiring eyes on the place halfway up the mountain.
An old castle.
Because the medieval castle is the ancestral home of the Casamonica family, it is also the holy place in their hearts.
And those who are qualified to live in the town where the Casamonica family's headquarters is located, more or less, have the blood of the Casamonica family flowing in their bodies, or have thousands of connections with the Casamonica family.
Thousands of relationships.
Just as these people were looking at the old castle halfway up the mountain with fascinated eyes as usual, they were looking forward to the day when they would be qualified to step into that holy land...
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise.
Like wind and thunder rising from the ground.
In the jaw-dropping gazes of these people at the foot of the mountain, a bloody ray of light broke through all obstacles and soared into the sky in a puff of smoke and dust from the medieval castle that they regarded as a holy place.
Immediately afterwards, the melodious and resounding sound of swords resounded throughout the entire world, and spread from halfway up the mountain, from near to far.
"bass……"
Everyone who heard the sound of the sword felt extremely depressed for some reason, just like a close relative who has been separated from each other forever and will never see each other again. It is indescribably uncomfortable.
Feeling the sadness in the sound of the sword, as if they were feeling the same, many people felt sad, their eyes were slightly red, and there were crystals flashing.
"What on earth is going on? Why do I want to cry so much after hearing the sound of the sword?" A woman said while wiping tears unconsciously.
"Me too, the sound of the sword makes me think of my dead parents." A young man nodded with a heavy heart.
"By the way, that sword can float above the castle without anyone controlling it. It's so miraculous. Could it be that that sword is the legendary sacred weapon of our Casamonica family - the Sword of Roland?"
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar.
"Roland's Sword?"
"Is it really the Sword of Roland?"
"I was actually lucky enough to see the sacred artifact passed down from generation to generation by my Casamonica family!"
"Yes, only Roland's Sword can perform so extraordinary!"
Everyone was talking to each other, and they were extremely excited. Soon, because they saw the sacred weapon of Roland's Sword with their own eyes, they forgot about the depressing atmosphere caused by the previous screams of the sword.
Of course, among them, there are some wise men who have clear ideas and see the essence of things clearly.
"The sacred weapon of my Casamonica family - the Sword of Roland. According to legend, there are two of them. They are the son-mother sword."
"The Zijian is the sword worn by each generation of family head's successor."
"Three years ago, the current head of the family handed over Zijian to Master Allen."
"As for the mother sword, it has always been hidden deep in the ancestral home. It will not be born until the life and death of our Casamonica family."
"So, the sword in front of me is probably the mother sword."
"It is said that there is some inexplicable connection between the son sword and the mother sword."
"That is to say, the mother sword screamed in agony, perhaps sensing that something happened to the child sword."
"When something happens to Zijian, doesn't it mean that Master Allen is also in danger?"
"No, something big is really going to happen this time!"
Thinking of this, the faces of these people were so gloomy that they almost shed tears.
When Allen was very young, he showed amazing talent in cultivation.
In addition, as a direct member of the Casamonica family, he has been trained intensively since he was a child.
As he grew older, he began to stand out, leaving other competitors far behind.
After he was spotted by the five first-level masters of the Casamonica family and officially accepted as their direct disciple, his identity as the next successor to the family head was officially established.
Whether it is Allen's advanced cultivation that is the best among the younger generation and can compete with the strong men of the older generation, or his virtues such as being knowledgeable and courteous, as the heir to a large family and a powerful force, Allen's performance is well-known.
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It can be said that Allen's popularity is very high.
Many people earnestly hope that the Casamonica family, under the leadership of Allen, can open a new chapter and create a more brilliant tomorrow.
This also made many people look ugly and feel quite depressed after guessing that Allen might be in danger.
Fortunately, five bright human-shaped lights soon appeared, shooting over from a distance, and almost in the blink of an eye, they jumped from the foot of the mountain to the top of the castle halfway up the mountain.
After seeing these five figures, many people at the foot of the mountain gradually relaxed their frowns.
There were even more people with their eyes shining brightly, staring at the five figures with excited expressions.
"They are those five adults, the five patron saints of my Casamonica family!"
"The sound of the sword actually alerted the five of them?"
"It seems that something really happened this time!"
…
On top of the castle.
A tall middle-aged man used his five fingers to become claws and swallowed the mother sword of Roland's Sword suspended in the sky.
"Buzz buzz..."
Even though this tall middle-aged man held the hilt of the sword tightly, the mother sword of Roland's Sword was still trembling.
"The mother sword is moaning incessantly, something must have happened to Zijian and Allen."
"Alan was actually forced to use Zijian. Could it be that some first-grade Grandmaster master took action without regard for face?"
"Ellen and the others seem to have gone to Northern Europe, right? Could it be that those old immortals from Northern Europe did it?"
"It shouldn't be them. The direction pointed by the mother sword is not the direction of Northern Europe."
"What should we do now? Allen and Zijian are likely to have crossed the southern European border?"
"There is no room for failure in Zijian. No matter whether Allen is dead or alive, I will bring him back." The person who said this was a white-haired old man with sinister eyes and a hooked nose.
After the other four people made eye contact, the tall middle-aged man handed the mother sword to the hook-nosed old man with a stern expression.
"Old vulture, go and come back quickly, don't be reluctant to fight!"
"You must not reveal your identity!"
The hook-nosed old man snorted and said angrily: "I don't need you to tell me what to do!"
After saying that, the hook-nosed old man held the mother sword of Roland's Sword in his left hand, put his right hand to his mouth and blew a loud whistle, and the sound was transmitted far away.
After a while, a huge raptor with a wingspan of ten meters, like a small airplane, swooped over from a distance.