The drizzle was falling, and the young leaves that did not grow long after the raindrops were lightly beaten. During this short rest time, the tired war horses either lowered their heads and gnawed the tender grass under their feet, or devoured the soybeans fed by their masters, how much they recovered. A little strength.
The cavalry also took advantage of this time to devour the dry food they carried with them to replenish their physical strength as much as possible.
The teenager sat quietly on the rock, holding a water bag in his hand, seemingly drinking water, but his left hand holding the water bag remained motionless.
He kept his head sideways, looking west.
The direction in which Tyr led the Gasdad cavalry to flee.
The fine raindrops fell on his face, and the wet blonde hair was attached to his cheeks, neck, and fell from the equally damp shoulders.
The golden pupil reflected the horizon in the distance, and the little rain screen reflected in it, as if to make his eyes also covered with a hazy mist.
Garlan looked ahead, his eyes lost.
"Your Highness, please eat something."
A knight of the guard came over and handed the food to Garlan.
"no need."
Garland shook his head.
He can't eat it.
The knight looked at him worriedly, and finally left helplessly.
Garlan looked back, raised his head and took a sip of water.
He lowered his head, his slender eyelashes seemed to be dyed with a little mist, and they looked a little heavy when they hung down.
feeling bad.
He couldn't tell what the pain was.
I just feel that my head, chest, heart... and even my entire body are uncomfortable.
At this moment, the Gasdadians may have already crossed the border and fled into the territory of Canal.
Even if he chased after him now, he couldn't cross the border line, he could only stand on the border line and watch the opponent go away.
He was very unwilling.
Just... chase across the border...
As soon as this thought appeared in my heart, it was suppressed by Gallan.
He left the army and led his troops to pursue Tyr regardless of the overall situation, which was already a very willful behavior.
He can't continue to be willful.
The boy pursed his lips tightly.
Brother Wang…
Shouting this name silently in his heart, Garlan closed his eyes, his fingers clenched the water bladder in his hand unconsciously, the water inside was squeezed out, and it was wet all of a sudden. He was holding the water bladder. finger.
He didn't realize it.
Something warm gently licked the rain from his cheek.
Garlan opened his eyes and met a pair of brown eyes.
The big lion looked at him and let out a low whimper, then leaned over and rubbed Garlan's cheek lightly with his big head.
It seemed to sense Garlan's sadness, so it came over to comfort him.
Gallan stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around Negana's big fluffy head. The outer layer of mane was a little damp, but the inner mane was dry and warm to the touch.
The young man buried his face in the thick mane of the big lion, and the soft and warm touch calmed his mood a little.
"Sorry, Nega, you've worked so hard to follow, but you can't do anything..."
He put his arms around his great lion and spoke softly to it.
Nega seemed to understand what he said, and with a low whimper, she lowered her head and rubbed back against Garlan, obediently squatting in front of Garlan and letting him hug her, motionless.
Suddenly, the hurried sound of hooves broke the quiet moment.
Garlan looked up and saw a few cavalrymen from the west were galloping on their horses in the rain.
They were cavalry sent to scout ahead.
Gallan's heart tensed, and the arm around Nega tensed subconsciously.
he thinks.
These cavalrymen who went to reconnaissance must have returned to report to themselves the bad news that the Gasdadians had escaped into the territory of Canal.
However, even if he is unwilling to accept it, he must face the reality.
The pursuit of Tyr can only go so far. He can no longer let the tens of thousands of cavalry troops continue to chase after him needlessly, wasting time and energy.
Taking a deep breath, the mentally prepared Gallan let go of Nega and stood up.
And the leader of the cavalry who came back had already found him, got off his horse and hurried over, kneeling in front of him on one knee.
"His Royal Highness!"
The cavalryman's face was covered in water, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat. He panted sharply, trying to keep his words clear.
"Gastard's army is ahead, fighting with our army!"
"what?"
Garland was stunned.
"The Gasthards are at war with one of our troops!"
impossible!
The western border has almost fallen, and there are no troops on the border. Where can the army come to intercept the Gasdadians
… no, wait.
A familiar figure suddenly appeared in Garlan's mind.
Could it be... Heimos? !
That's right.
Must be him!
The gray fog covering the golden eyes suddenly dissipated and lit up, and the young man's eyes looking towards the western border line glowed again.
"Let's go now! Go to support!"
…
…
The rain was still falling, not much, and it was pattering.
The grass that had been moistened by the drizzle for a week was green, and the greenness spread endlessly.
Not far from the western border, the stronghold that had been destroyed by the Gasdad army and had been deserted for several months was boiling and noisy again at this moment.
Even cold raindrops cannot extinguish the fire of war here.
The galloping sound of horses' hooves shook the earth.
The cavalry in different colored armour staggered past in the misty drizzle.
Blood sprayed in the rain.
When the horse's hoofs stepped on the muddy grass, the dark muddy water splashed away.
The Aaron Landis and the Gasthards fought fiercely.
A way to live for the sake of killing.
One to regain the once lost glory.
The two sides were strangled together fiercely, and no one took a half step back.
The hoarse roar was mixed with the sound of hoofs, and the violent crash of the blades echoed in the drizzle.
In the very center of the battlefield, the knight in black armor and the knight in white armor collided heavily again.
A bang.
It was a loud noise when the blades in the hands of the two knights collided.
The two figures crossed and separated.
The golden red eyes reflected the white figure on the opposite side, and a cold light flashed across the bottom of Heimos's eyes, which made people palpitate for no reason.
Tyre looked indifferently at the dark figure.
Although it was not the first time they met, they had looked at each other countless times on the walls and below of the royal city.
However, it was the first time that they had fought side by side and fought fiercely together like now.
[Black Knight of Hell].
Thiel thought.
Truly worthy of the name.
The battlefield where they were fighting was almost unapproachable.
As they charged at each other, an invisible cyclone swirled around them, throwing raindrops on the icy iron surfaces of their armour in all directions.
A strong sense of oppression enveloped them all around, pressing down the air like mud.
Strong duel.
At the moment when these two knights, who were also far more powerful than mortals, were fighting for their lives, the evil spirits all over their bodies erupted.
The overwhelming momentum that spread out to all around made it difficult for others to take a step.
Heimos's eyes fixed on Tyr without blinking, and his whole body tightened.
This is the most powerful enemy he has ever encountered in his campaign.
He clenched the hilt in his hand, loosened it a little, and clenched it again, in order to make the numbness in the tiger's mouth go away as soon as possible.
Tyre overwhelmed him in strength.
In the battle just now, he had clearly felt this.
Clenching the hilt again, the muscles on Heimos's arm swelled and tightened to the limit.
The fighting intent in his gaze on Tyr did not weaken in the slightest, but instead grew stronger.
There was a wolf-like gleam in his eyes.
The strength is inferior to the opponent, that does not mean that he cannot defeat the opponent—
next second
Heimos exhaled heavily.
Tyre tugged at the reins.
I don't know who will move first.
Or maybe at the same time.
Once again they charged at each other on horseback.
There was a muffled thud, and the sharp blades thrashed together in the rain, making a screeching screeching sound.
Even in the drizzle, the sparks that the iron blade rubbed and exploded still splashed everywhere.
Heimos suddenly moved in his heart.
The power from the opponent's great sword seemed to be reduced by one point.
An extremely small amount of power.
If it is replaced by other people, maybe they will not notice it at all, and it will make no difference to them.
However, Tyr's current opponent is Heimos.
He clearly felt this slight change, raised his head, and looked deeply at his enemy with penetrating eyes.
…
Tyre's breathing was a little short, and the silver-white forehead wetted by the rain was tightly attached to his forehead, and the water droplets from the ends of the hair trailed water marks on his cheeks.
The tiredness of my body was stronger than ever for some reason, and my breathing was a little disordered.
His clothes were soaked, half from the drizzle, and the other half from the sweat oozing from his body.
He felt himself sweating profusely.
The wet clothes were clinging to the skin, and when the wind blew, the coolness should have penetrated into the skin, but at this moment, he felt that the skin was slightly warm.
In fact, during the day and night that led the troops to flee, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with his body, but because the feeling was very slight, he didn't take it to heart, thinking that he was just too tense and tired during this time.
However, when he had to mobilize all his strength and spirit due to the confrontation with the 'black knight', he realized that something really went wrong with his body.
Physical strength is draining faster than usual.
The body is slightly warm.
Breathing is more rapid and disordered than usual.
The power is also a little weaker than usual.
…
This situation is like...
'plague'.
The word suddenly appeared in his mind, which made his chest tighten.
Do not.
impossible.
He categorically denied it in his heart.
A drop of water fell from his forehead and slid down the tip of his nose.
No matter what he was thinking, Tyr's handsome face was still expressionless, and he couldn't see any feelings that belonged to human beings.
But in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a cluster of icy flames burning, with the destructiveness of a blizzard, burning everything reflected in his eyes.
He will not lose.
I won't lose to any plague, I won't lose to anyone!
He is Tyre.
Be the most powerful warrior in the world!
Tyr suddenly dashed towards Heimos.
The giant sword in his hand slashed fiercely.
He accumulated all his power in this sword, and then burst out violently.
Heimos reflexively raised his sword to greet him, but his wrist was sunk by the slashing sword, and the tiger's mouth was faintly numb again.
His heart also sank.
What a mighty force-
He gritted his teeth, his arms were tensed to the limit, and even his forehead had faint blue veins protruding.
But even if he tried his best, the terrifying power still pressed down on him with the giant sword.
Tyre's eyes were full of fierce light.
He is the King of Gastard!
One day, his horse's hooves will traverse this land!
He is invincible!
invincible-
Suddenly, a sound of breaking the air sounded.
Behind Tyre, a sharp arrow broke through the rain curtain, galloping like lightning.
The point of the arrow, which was shining with cold light, was about to pierce the back of Tyre's neck—
Tyre abruptly avoided.
The sharp arrow rubbed hard against his cheek, wiping a bloodstain on his side cheek.
He turned back.
In the distant place behind him, a young man with a war bow stood on horseback, the blond hair that was still as bright as ever in this gloomy sky clearly reflected in his eyes.
Tyre's pupils suddenly dilated.
Prince of Aaron Landis!
This person is here, that means—
Tyr turned his head sharply, his eyes hurriedly looking at the entire battlefield.
The battlefield that was still in a stalemate just now has completely changed its appearance.
The lion flags with gold patterns on a red background flew in the rain, one in front and the other in the back, as if they were echoing each other.
The sound of hooves and roar shook the earth, and the countless cavalry of Aaron Landis attacked from the rear, and under the leadership of Sinyas, who possessed the natural power, fiercely tore apart the cavalry of the Gasdad army. back line.
The Gasdard cavalry, who were attacked from the front and back, was in chaos.
At this moment, the army was defeated like a mountain.
The white Gastadian cavalry was almost drowned by the surging black and red waves in an instant.
Surrounded by countless Aaron Landis cavalry, they had no chance to escape.
Just as Tyr was scanning the battlefield with a livid face, he suddenly stabbed him diagonally with a sword.
Keng!
He backhanded the sword and threw it away.
Just as he was about to counterattack with his horse, the sound of breaking air came from his side again. The sharp arrow shot from a distance forced him to give up the attack, and instead raised his sword to block the arrow.
With a ding sound, the sharp arrow hit the blade and bounced off.
He was about to rush towards Gallan in the distance, when Heimos, who sensed his intentions, blocked his horse, blocked him, and slashed at him with another sword.
Tyr gritted his teeth and had to fight with Heimos again.
However, at this moment, a lion roar suddenly came, and the air shook slightly for a moment.
During the battle between Tyr and Heimos, a huge golden-brown figure suddenly swooped towards him from the corner of his eyes.
It's that damn lion!
Swinging a sword to force Heimos away, he kicked the horse's belly heavily, trying to let it escape.
But Tyr's mount was no longer the divine white horse that accompanied him in the north and south. After running and fighting for a long time, it was exhausted.
The roar of the King of Beasts just now made it even more frightened.
Although it is a war horse, the animal's natural fear of beasts makes it instantly out of control, and it runs wildly without obeying the command.
Taking advantage of the situation, Nega swooped down and threw the warhorse to the ground, biting off its neck in one bite.
Before the lion came, Tyr jumped forward and jumped off his horse.
He rolled on the ground and was about to stand up.
Suddenly, his head dizzy, his vision blurred for a moment, and his movements stopped for a second.
Just a one second pause.
Maybe not even a second.
But in the duel of the strong, one second is enough to decide everything.
The horse galloped past Tyr's side.
The sharp sword in the hand of the black knight on the horse slashed through the rain curtain, and also slashed Tyre's armor fiercely, cutting a deep mark on his back.
And in the next second as Heimos passed Tyr on his horse, the sharp arrow shot by Garlan followed.
The arrow that shone with cold light only penetrated Tyr's lower abdomen that was not covered by the armor.
Heimos had already jumped off the galloping horse, turned around and charged towards Tyr, the sharp sword in his hand slashed again.
The blade of the sword slashed, and Tyr's breastplate split in half under the sword.
The blood spurting from the wound slashed down from the shoulder to the waist splattered onto Heimos's jet-black armor.
The second sharp arrow that followed stabbed deeply into his chest.
Tyre stood still.
He seemed to be unable to believe everything that happened just now, and stood there dumbfounded.
He lowered his head blankly, looking at the arrow penetrating from his abdomen and the deep scar on his chest.
The armor on his body has cracked and fell to the ground.
The two deep scars in front of and behind him were bleeding in the moor, and soon his clothes were stained with blood.
The blood stained the white armor below his waist and abdomen, dripping on the ground along the cold iron surface.
Tyre stood there.
His face was pale and bloodless, and his hair was white.
But his body below the shoulders is the complete opposite of blood red, forming a strong and extreme contrast.
It was a serious injury that was obviously enough to kill him, but Tyr held the giant sword on the ground, still standing on the ground, and never fell.
Raising his hand, he forcefully pulled out the sharp arrow pierced into his chest, and threw it aside, letting the blood flow down his chest.
There was no expression on his pale face. He raised his head, but did not look at Heimos in front of him, but looked into the distance.
In the direction of his gaze, a galloping horse came, and the man on the horse turned over and dismounted.
Nega groaned and went up to meet him.
The young man stroked the lion's head, and the fierce lion just followed meekly behind him.
Garlan strode towards Tyre.
When walking towards Tyre, he threw the war bow in his hand on the ground, and then slowly drew out the long sword on his waist.
Tyr stared fixedly at Garlan who was walking towards him, his pale face expressionless.
At this moment, he could clearly feel the inexplicable heart palpitations that had appeared several times before.
He finally understood that this strange heart palpitation was because of the young man in front of him.
"… answer me."
Tyre spoke, his voice hoarse.
His eyes were fixed on Garlan without blinking.
"What's the relationship between me and you...?"
Garland looked at him without answering.
The boy stared at him with only the cold blade in his eyes.
"I have a feeling..."
"I shouldn't have died here."
"I should have had a farther future, conquered this land, and achieved immortal greatness..."
Sounds like ridiculous language.
However, Tyre felt so confidently.
In the dark, his fate was changed because of the young man in front of him.
"Garlan, you took my future away."
A drizzle of rain fell from between the two of them.
Tyr stared at Garlan's eyes, and a fierce light flashed through his eyes, and he used his last strength to raise the great sword in his hand.
The two deep wounds on his body spurted a lot of blood when he moved, but he seemed to be unaware.
The great sword that gathered his last strength swiped heavily, and with a terrifying force that could almost split the earth, he slashed towards Garlan—
Almost at the same moment, Garlan raised the long sword in his hand.
He stepped forward abruptly and rushed into Tyre's arm, almost touching Tyre's chest.
The sharp sword in his hand thrust forward and pierced Tyr's chest fiercely.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The sword in Tyre's hand stagnated in mid-air.
Blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Garlan, and the corners of his thin lips suddenly rose.
Till said, "You won."
"No, you didn't lose to me."
The boy who pierced his heart with a sword said.
"You lost to Aaron Landis."
At the moment when the words fell, Garlan yanked out the sharp sword that had pierced Tyr's chest.
The blood spurting from Tyre's chest splashed onto his face, and the blood-stained blond hair flew up in the air.
The boy's golden pupils were surprisingly bright.
The bright red blood on the white cheeks is inexplicably shocking.
Tyre's pupils suddenly dilated, and he finally took a deep look at Garlan, his eyes revealing an indescribable complex emotion.
He staggered back two steps, and the giant sword in his hand fell to the ground.
But he still didn't fall.
He still stood stubbornly on the ground, standing upright.
He slowly raised his right hand and stretched it forward, in the direction of Garlan.
He seemed to want to grab something with this hand... Maybe it was Garlan, maybe it was the future that was taken away by Garlan.
But he couldn't catch anything.
And at the moment when he seemed to stretch out his hand to grab Garlan, a roar of lion shook the sky.
The male lion with an angry roar swooped up and threw Tyr to the ground.
Take a bite.
Blood splattered.
Nega bit Tyre's head off in one bite.
The gust of wind blew through, causing the thick golden-brown mane to undulate like waves. The huge male lion took the head it bit off and stepped on the headless corpse.
Blood seeped from between its fangs and dripped onto the grass beneath its feet.
Nega turned around, walked to Gallan with the human head in her mouth, and let out a low roar.
Garlan stared at the head for a long time.
Then, he leaned down.
The boy bent his knees and knelt on one knee on the wet grass.
Both hands clenched the hilt of the sword, and the long sword supported the ground in front of him.
He closed his eyes as if he was praying to someone.
A knight in black armor stood quietly beside him.
The slightest drizzle fell, and the rain stained the boy's cheeks.
The gust of wind swept across the blood-stained grass, and the long golden hair of the boy who was kneeling and praying flew into the air.
…
Tyre died.
Gastard's army fell.
At this point, the war that lasted for several months finally came to an end.