Chapter three hundred and fifty fifth gradually quiet voice
When holding the holy sword and stepping into this high barrier, Jie Lann still felt an unreal feeling.
Everything seemed to change so fast that he occasionally felt dazed. It seemed that yesterday he was the eldest son in the family and the future duke heir, but today he was an abandoned son who rebelled against his father.
Stairs made of stone bricks spiral upward in the castle. There are some fallen corpses and blood stains in the corridors, and the walls still have scratches and dents left during the battle.
The roaring swooping sound of the dragon-winged aircraft was still heard in the sky outside the corridor, mixed with the mournful cry of the gryphon and the sound of falling to the ground.
Gradually, when the corridors and stairs in the castle were finally finished, Jie Lann came to the last hall again.
The old Griffin Duke is still sitting on the white marble throne, but there is no one else in the hall except him. There are only ruins, extinguished ashes, collapsed decorations, a few corpses and blood stains.
The clothes on the corpse were not the Dryas armor and military uniforms, but the obvious style of the Salius family. These people were familiar to Jerran. They were the housekeeper and the guard captain of the family respectively.
After arriving at the hall, Jie Lann stood still and slowly moved his eyes towards the old Duke Griffon directly in front of him. White lion knights in full armor walked out from behind him and surrounded the man sitting on the white stone.
The old Gryphon Duke on the throne.
"You're here." Compared to before, the old Griffin Duke had changed a lot, feeling slow and aging.
"Yes."
Jie Lanen stopped talking, and it seemed that there was no need to speak anymore. He no longer had the desire to tell the other person his mistakes or vent his emotions.
It was a victory, but it was also a sad victory, not so fun and exciting.
"Fake Huaslin left, she was restrained by other witches." The old Griffin Duke said words that he didn't know what to say.
"I have returned to my old appearance, and the ravines of time are clearly visible on my body."
"You are my son, but you are not better than me. When I was young, I fought with the crown prince at that time, who was later the emperor, and won your mother's favor. Later, I won the title of "Ti" for five consecutive years.
Tania’s title of champion knight…”
"When I was twenty-eight years old, I led 300 people to clean up the bandits entrenched in the Western Territory. I killed more than ten Sequence 7 monsters. When I was thirty-four years old, I went to the East as an envoy and returned five years later.
Brought about the Plantagenet trade deal..."
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"When I was forty-one years old, I became the Griffin Duke of the Western Territory. All the great nobles of the Western Territory swore allegiance to me..."
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"Originally, everything went so smoothly, but the times did not give me a corresponding stage, and then I could only wait for the growth of age and slowly enter my twilight years."
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"Although you are not bad to outsiders, you are still far from what I was. As an heir, you have been unable to grasp the other half for a long time. You are compassionate, hesitant, and have no ambition. You are just like the cute person in the circus.
Like a lion, it makes people angry."
He spoke slowly, pausing occasionally. His words were a little dazed, and his eyes were far from as sharp as before, becoming muddy and blurry.
He is really old and is no longer as vigorous as he used to be.
Jie Lanen looked at this scene and sighed silently. If it were his father in the past, he would have picked up the sword to chop himself. If he could speak with a sword, he would never speak.
Time passed little by little, and Jie Lanen just listened quietly to the old man telling stories about these years, some of which were about himself, some about Jie Lanen, and some about acquaintances he had met when he was young.
, among those names were the former emperor, the Raven Duke of the North, and the head of the Landsworth family who was several years younger than him.
When he was young, the old Griffin Duke was a person who had a wide range of friends, far beyond what Jie Lann could match. His personality was forthright and casual, and he was very free and unrestrained.
But now it seems that his memory is a bit blurry, and the time points in some events are confused.
Slowly, the fighting outside stopped, and the voice of the old man in the hall became slower and slower, intermittent, and sometimes could not form sentences.
As if at some inadvertent moment, he became quiet, his head lowered, and he stopped talking.
The two white lion knights stepped forward slowly and carefully lifted him up, only to realize that he was no longer breathing. New
Jie Lanen approached the old man's body, looked at the familiar face that was as dead as a dead tree, touched it with his hand for a while, and then closed his eyes.
"That's it, Father."
Half an hour later, he walked out of the hall and stood on the high wall of the fortress, looking down.
The battle at this time has ended, and many surrendered soldiers of the Salius family are being disarmed and escorted out of the castle and defense areas. The flames that were originally burning have been extinguished at this time, leaving only the rising flames.
There was blue smoke, but the messy ruins on the ground and the bloody remains of the soldiers all told of the fierceness of the previous battle.
My father's time is over.
Jie Lanen felt a sense of relief, but it seemed to be accompanied by a kind of pressure. When the elders were alive, there always seemed to be a feeling that they could rely on and have a way out, but now when he is in charge of everything, he can't
No one can take care of yourself or blame yourself anymore, all the power and responsibility will be shouldered by yourself.
He summoned a white lion knight, "Where are my two brothers now?"
"Master Garson has been captured by us, placed and detained in the military camp. Master Black is leading another army outside, and he should still be fighting with Master Guhuas."
"You go notify Wyatt and ask him to lead a group of White Lion knights to quickly go to another army, try to defeat Black in advance, and then capture him."
If he was caught by himself, he could still think of a way to save the lives of his two younger brothers, but if he was defeated by others, there would be too many variables on the battlefield.
He had already lost his father and mother, and his sister had already turned against him, so only his two younger brothers still had room for redemption.
They were still young, too young, and were driven by their father to do stupid things. If I could have taught them well back then, I would not have made up my mind at that time.
After the Griffin Territory, the core hinterland of the Western Territory, was occupied by the coalition forces, the battlefield in the entire Western Territory began to show a one-sided trend. Many soldiers of the Western Territory Coalition Army began to flee. Even if the officers dispatched a supervising team, it had little effect.
Everyone no longer believed that it was possible for the Western Territory to win, and Lord Jielanen was indeed the nominal heir to the Western Territory. What was wrong with being loyal to him? So with this thought, many soldiers and officers surrendered on the spot, changing the situation of the battle.
Begin to subvert.
A few days later, the remaining troops in the Western Region temporarily stopped for repairs at a fortress in Gray Bird Lingfeng. They had been marching for five consecutive days and were already exhausted.
The war horses were casually tied up and grazed in the grove, and temporary wooden forks were placed on the road to resist the horses. The original viscount of the Gray Bird Territory had already fled, and the castle left here served as a stronghold and resting place for the remaining troops.
But before these people could stay for long, there was a heavy sound of horse hooves in the forest, and a group of knights in white armor walked up the road in the forest and quickly approached here.
The fence across the mountain road was easily torn apart by the lowered lances, and crashed into the grass on both sides. After that, the group of knights divided into two columns and surrounded the small fortress until the last dozen knights arrived.
At that moment, they began to accelerate, and the classical lances in their hands carried spiral air waves directly, hitting the city gate like a giant hammer.
With the sound of the bang, the thick city gate broke into several pieces, and collapsed with the cracked wooden thorns and dust, revealing the road behind it.
Before the smoke and dust dissipated, several sharp enchanted crossbow arrows were shot from the front and inserted into the chest of the knight in front.
Accompanied by a few muffled grunts, the white lion knights slowed down and leaned to one side of the road to make room for their comrades behind them.
Several white lion knights moved forward again. This time they raised their shields high, and at the same time, the lances in their hands burst out with light blue veins. The glow of magic power gathered and turned into piercing light guns, bombarding the front.
The sound of explosions and collapses came from the front, and the scene in the fortress was also clearly seen by the white lion knights who entered.
More than 40 elite remnants were entrenched in the defensive buildings of the city. Some were using crossbows to fire back at the shooting holes, and some were on the city wall. They seemed to be feeding and comforting the griffins urgently. A slightly thin blond man
He was standing on the top of the tower in the fortress, with a cold old man beside him.
"It's time to go, His Highness Black. We can delay it for you for a while. You can continue to the west on the griffon and should be able to reach Emenas in three days."
"That is the permanent neutral ground where the Sage Association is located. Even the forces within the empire will not go there to arrest people."
This old man with a beard and gray hair was Ludes. After the Western Alliance forces were retreating steadily, under the orders of the old Duke Griffin, he brought people to support Black and prepared to take him away from the empire and go to
other countries.
"It's a pity that my brother won't let me go easily." Blake pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist and looked at the rising star in the sky in front of him.
The holy sword user, the purple knight, and the high-level transcendent who was approaching quickly like a stream of light with a frantic air current was none other than the first knight under Jie Lanen's command, Wyatt.
"Found it!"
His sharp eyes were fixed on the blond young man standing on the top of the tower, and the long sword with a curved blade in his hand rushed straight down. Even before he got close, there was a sharp feeling of cutting the skin coming towards him.
"Back off! Wyatt."
Facing the knight in purple, Ludes took a step forward, drew out the two-handed sword at his side, and then slashed it down.
The exploding sword marks were like lightning, leaving a dazzling trajectory in the air, striking at the approaching figure.
"Dang - Dang." The sound of fighting rang out quickly from the top of the tower, which was inaudible, and the two figures that kept intertwining were also dizzying.
The holy sword in Wyatt's hand was swung faster and faster, as if there was no resistance in the air, without warning, and continuously.
With his sight and hearing, he could no longer keep up with Wyatt's crazy sword speed. The reason Ludes could still stop him was because of his muscle memory and understanding of Wyatt over the years.
He trained the Young Knights, and so did Wyatt.
After a round of attacks, the two of them could not tell the winner, but most of the sergeants below were killed by the white lion knights who surrounded them. Seeing that several white lion knights were already trying to come out of the tower, they knew that they could not stop more.
The human Ludus asked Black to leave quickly.
"Let's go! What are you doing so stupidly?"
"I am a descendant of the Salius family. I ran away from the battle..." Although his body was following the instructions, he still hesitated.
"Stupid!" Luders yelled, and then a suffocating heat wave struck down, forcing Wyatt away from the approaching one.
He quickly stepped back, lifted Black up, placed him on the back of the griffin, and let it take off.
"Too arrogant, teacher." Wyatt rushed up with his sword, passed through Ludes' blockade like an afterimage, and chopped off the gryphon. Then Blake screamed and fell to the ground, and was killed by the man behind him.
Lourdes caught it.
"Wyatt."
After Ludes put Black down, he called the other person's name in a cold and low voice.
"Are you angry? I'm really sorry!"
Wyatt waved the sword blade again, his body speed getting faster and faster in the air. Even he himself could not see things clearly in the moving scenery, but the feeling in his mind was still so clear, in the extraordinary
In this era, it is not magic or power that limits people's speed. Sometimes it is just the human body's own nerve transmission speed that blocks the upper limit.
The function of this holy sword with the power of a fairy is to allow the user to escape from this restriction, just like the fairy in mythology, fluttering its wings like a flash of light.
One second was so long in an instant. He avoided Ludes' fiery and fierce slash, and came sideways behind him. The blade rotated, stabbing straight into the knight commander's back, and then the blade turned on its own.
The opponent's chest burst out, bringing with it tiny air blades and blood stains.
"Ha...cough..." Ludes took a few steps forward, swaying, and blood overflowed from his mouth.
Looking at the dying old man, Wyatt also rarely slowed down, released the hilt of his sword, and let the other man lean against the wall unsteadily.
On the other side, several White Lion knights also controlled Blake, with their swords across their shoulders and pressed to the ground.
"Ahem..." Ludes clutched his chest and turned to look at his most proud student in front of him.
"You have grown up."
"It's very fast and far beyond my expectation."
More than half a year ago, Wyatt, who had just obtained the Holy Sword, teamed up with others to barely resist Ludes' attack. But now, he alone can defeat the teacher.
Faced with this rare compliment from the old man, Wyatt did not reply, only remained silent. He stood there and watched as the other man's face gradually turned pale and slowly lost its color.
"However, I still have something to tell you..." Ludes raised his head again, holding on to the hilt of his sword, with sharp eyes.
"What..." Before Wyatt could speak, he saw a flash of sword light flashing in front of his eyes. In an instant, he had to reach out to cover it, and then felt a sharp pain.
His left arm flew up in the piercing sword light and landed under the tower. Wyatt's cheeks and chest also burst out with large amounts of blood, and his bones were clearly visible.
"grown ups!"
Several white lion knights rushed forward in desperation, stabbing the old man in front of them with their long swords, pricking him into a hedgehog, and kept pushing until he was nailed to the stone wall behind him, even if the other man was dying.
, also showed an exaggerated smile.
"How stupid, haha."
A few hours later, when the Witch of the Four Seasons arrived, he treated the knight's wounds. After preliminary treatment, he came to the tower again, accompanied by several white lion knights.
By this time, it was already dark, and there was only one torch burning on the tower, and the swaying firelight reflected the figure nailed to the wall.
Reaching out his hand, he pulled out the sword from the opponent's chest and shook off the blood stains on it. Wyatt sat in front of the old man, wiped it slowly, and after a long time inserted it into its sheath and placed it horizontally in front of his knees.
Looking at the face that still had no eyes closed, Wyatt slowly spoke at this time.
"He is indeed a stubborn old man. He wants to educate me even before he dies." He closed his eyes.
If he had not let go of the Fairy Holy Sword in his hand and drawn it directly, then even if Ludes swung the sword to counterattack, he would have been able to react and avoid it easily, and he would not have had an arm cut off.
But in that case, the teacher would probably die on the spot.
Why did he suddenly hold back at that time? Wyatt asked himself.
Maybe, I just wanted to have a few words with him.
Even if we can no longer listen to each other.
Sure enough, I still relented. How stupid. Wyatt, don't you always hate idiots like that? You actually stopped at the critical moment. It's really funny.
"Hahaha……"
Several sudden and lonely laughter sounded under the night sky, startling the birds in the forest.
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