At that moment, endless thunderclouds flashed across Faluoxidai's eyes. She stared at the young man intently, as if she had been completely captured by the mist-like water in his eyes. There is no expression on the girl's beautiful face, but it is also the most abundant and vivid expression.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop." Roland tried to break the embarrassment between the three with an old-fashioned dialogue. Coincidentally met. Besides, I didn't hear... "
"Don't you hate me?" Griffon Knight interrupted the other party and asked suddenly.
"Because you are the one who killed 'Roland'?" The young man with water-colored pupils asked cautiously, then shook his head with a serious expression, "Although I don't know what you and Oluha said, although I don't know you What happened with another 'Roland', but for me, only the present and the future need to be considered."
"What's more..." Roland said with a smile, "Didn't you just save my life? Even if you take a step back, it's evened, right?"
"Yes." Farrow bowed his head.
In precious memories, how many times did Roland save himself? I can't count it anymore, but I can feel the mood when I am accompanied by him-relief and warmth.
"Thank you for lending me this sword, otherwise I would have died twice in one day." The other party smiled back, and then handed over the heavy sword emitting a faint blue light with both hands, but the girl shook her head and pulled it away slightly. distance from youth.
"I'm just the guardian of 'Frost Lament'. When it returns to its owner, the task will be over, that's all." The crisp voice said without emotion, "You are the natural owner of this sword, it should be It's up to you to use."
Faluoxidai put her hands on her chest subconsciously, feeling the familiar breath coming from the pendant, and then stared quietly at the figure in front of her again.
His long pale golden hair was tied neatly behind his head, and confusion occasionally appeared in his watery pupils, but they were so clear that they couldn't hide any shadows—he looked like he was in his twenties, right? At that time, Roland Strife hadn't met Jiu Yuan. For him, fighting was just a means to prove his own strength, but he couldn't understand the sorrow hidden in the blood. Although carefree, but such a blade is fragile and easy to break, perhaps one day it will fall into endless darkness.
However, this time, such a tragedy will never happen again.
Do you feel scared? Do you feel lonely? What does it mean to you to lose your memory, and can you still live well? Have you found your own belief? For the people you value... have you taken good care of them
Farrow opened his mouth slightly, but in the end he took these questions to heart and didn't say a word. The girl knew that if she really asked, she might never be able to leave again.
It would be nice if it could be done again. The girl suddenly felt tears coming out of her eyes. Before she couldn't help crying, she quickly jumped back and fell to the ground amidst Roland and Oluha's exclamations.
The griffin lying on the ground had already flapped its wings, flew up and caught its master steadily. Then, the huge winged beast shuttled through the dense greenery without looking back, broke free from the shackles of the trees and the gravity of the ground, and then rushed straight into the sky, leaving only a small black spot in the eyes of the people on the ground. In the end, even this black spot disappeared into the endless sky.
"It's so bad, I can't even say goodbye with a smile..." The human girl finally cried out as she leaned on the back of her mount, "I'm so bad..."
"She's already made up her mind to leave, and it's useless to keep her." After looking up at the sky for a long time, Roland said to himself, and then subconsciously sighed.
"Is Roland going to chase it?" The serious tone in Oluha's tone showed that she was not joking, and then the elf suddenly added, "Actually, you were there from the beginning, and you overheard the whole conversation, didn't you? "
"You... what~!?" The young man opened his mouth wide in surprise, unable to utter a single excuse.
"Compared to the high-level swordsman's grasp of the surrounding aura, the sensing range of Li magic is much larger and more accurate. And..." the girl showed a mischievous and gratified smile, "It may be because, now you are closer to Is it because of the paladin Roland I am familiar with, not the death knight Roland? So, if you lie, it will be easy to detect."
"Thank you for the reminder." The other party wiped the cold sweat off his forehead guiltily, "But is it really okay?"
"An eagle cannot be kept in a cage, otherwise it will forget to fly. Someone told me that a long time ago." The elf replied in a nostalgic tone, "Faro is very gentle and considerate, but I know, Roland Would never accept the life that was planned, especially after hearing about it, wouldn't you?"
"Yes~!" Roland smiled a little embarrassedly, but his voice was firm and unusual.
After being silent for a while, the young man spoke again, his eyes flashed with a wonderful light: "Although I said the beautiful words of 'the past has nothing to do with me' just now, when I held this sword, although I didn't Anything to do with memory came up, but really felt the strong emotions lodged in it... ”
"Anger, sadness, hatred, escape, remorse, and love, each of which is tangible and tangible, but besides these, there is another emotion, maybe even the owner of the sword has not noticed it?" The young man I caressed the cold edge of Frost Grief with my hand, and the overflowing cold air reflected the writing on the sword, "That is deep regret and nostalgia. The person who existed before me must have something that has not yet been achieved. His heart I'm already tired, so I can no longer think about distant goals... But for me who has no memory, maybe it will be the reason to swing the sword and exist."
"But maybe, it's not." Roland shook his head, and denied his conclusion just now, "But no matter what, I should work hard to understand, and then make a choice of my own will."
"Then, go find your target. No matter where Roland goes, I am willing to be by your side, just like the promise." The elf girl stared at each other seriously, those clear eyes like spring water made the young man My heart was pounding.
"Well, let's go together." The other party said, smiling happily.
The news that the Blood Rose Knights confronted the Death Knights and suffered a disastrous defeat has been sent back to Great Lourdes, but at the same time, a detailed battle report written by the Black Knights was placed in another city thousands of miles away. . Its name is Palmart.
As one of the most famous cities in the northern continent of Canados, Freeport Bamartin has the deep-water port with the most complete facilities on the continent, a complete chamber of commerce system and freight roads extending in all directions, plus almost negligible taxation, here is simply A paradise for getting rich overnight.
Although the rolling White Rock Mountains separated Freeport from the Sophia and Riddle empires, driven by interests, even the majestic nature could not stop human desires. In fact, almost every country has its own intertwined circle of influence in Palmatine. These organizational webs are like a bunch of discarded yarns, intertwined without any order. would suddenly twist into a noose, and slip noiselessly around the neck of some wretch or victim.
Those who know how to use the information from the spider web and have enough power to act are the actual masters of Freeport. In this era of empire decline, the nobles of the Sophia Empire have faded away, and the dukes of the Riddle Empire only control the day. The only thing that can truly awe people is the darkness of the night and the Thieves Guild hidden in the darkness.
Today, however, this huge organization with a history of several centuries is in disarray - although on the surface, everything is calm.
"Okay, that's the end of today's meeting, everyone can leave." In the square stone hall, sitting at the right of the long table, the middle-aged man in black briefly concluded. Accompanied by these words, the other high-level members of the Thieves Guild all showed expressions of relief, and were about to get up and leave.
But before that, they still have one more thing to do—
"It is our lifetime honor to serve the great Lord of Shadows no matter when and where~!" The participants stood up at the same time, put their right hands on their left shoulders, and shouted in unison in admiration.
How ridiculous, how stupid, I swear that one day I will kill this bastard~!
Although it was not the first time that they shouted in unison, everyone still felt sick in their hearts. Regardless of how stupid it is to gather all the high-level members of the organization to hold a boring and pretentious meeting every month, just this slogan of "half knight, not knight" is enough to make these top thieves curse for a lifetime. But they couldn't resist, not even with their eyes, because the thieves knew very well the iron law of the jungle and the unparalleled power of the new leader of the trade union at the front of the long table.
No one knows where the current head of the union comes from, a giant with flaming hair and eyes who seems to have sprung from lava. When the former head of the union—the man in black sitting on the right—Jack Weir announced a few months ago that the entire union would be taken over by this hunk named Walter Walter, few believed it, and no one willing to accept. But when the thieves looked at each other with gloomy and piercing eyes, the man with a blunt face silenced everyone with just one finger, and gave up forever the plan to draw the poisoned dagger.
At that time, he casually took a candle from the candlestick and started to eject it with his index finger. Before the thieves had time to react and dodge, the ejected wax slime had been nailed into their foreheads like steel balls, and then pierced out from the back of their heads. When one candle was blown out, half of the sixteen senior leaders of the trade union had fallen down, and their brains and blood flowed all over the place.
The thieves still didn't know his identity, but they understood one thing - in front of him, mortals had no choice but to obey or die.
The next day, the new system was distributed to every member. The Balmarine Thieves Guild, which had been run by Jack Weir for decades, changed hands in just a few days, and even Jack himself became Walter's subordinate.
"Very well, go, my servants, and bring more wealth to your master~!" The self-proclaimed "Lord of Shadows" Walter Walter replied with a playful smile, and then gracefully posed waved.
After all the thieves leaders left the conference room respectfully, the new leader sighed with satisfaction: "This Monopoly game with gangster fighting elements is really fun. I have to admit again, the toy you gave me Very funny, 'Joker'."
The big man deliberately prolonged his address to the former union leader, and observed with mischievous eyes, but Jack Weir's expression remained flat.
"That name is not suitable for use here." The other party narrated in a low voice, "and there is not much time to play now, and the plan to snatch Kailina's ruby has failed. We must rush to the entrance of the Moon Capital quickly to prevent Those death knights, or follow them into the overlapping realm of the world and the spirit world."
"Oh?" The red-haired giant's answer was extremely short, "Then I wish you good luck."
"What?" The middle-aged man was confused by this unexpected answer, so that he froze for several seconds, "Aren't you going with me?"
"The current Walter is just a poor player who is addicted to the Monopoly game and can't help himself, and there are no cheats available... The time staying in this world is precious, and I can't bear to waste it. You should ask others to help. "When the giant man said these words in a slightly serious tone, I believe that anyone who listened could not help laughing, but Jack couldn't laugh, and a trace of anger flashed from his pure black pupils.
"But we have an agreement..."
"Shut up, clown. Do you think a little toy like the Thieves Guild can satisfy me? At best, this can only make me promise not to fish in troubled waters~! Besides," Walter narrowed his eyes suddenly, stood up and approached the opponent, this aggressive The sexual move forced Jack to retreat several meters, and the shadow under his feet was also stirred up in an instant, "Don't think that because you have a backstage, you have the right to act presumptuously in front of me."
"Although the appearance is the same, the gap between you and me is absolute. You must know your position." The red-haired giant sat back comfortably in his chair, quite proud of his pun. And Jack Witt also recovered his composure after this fleeting crisis, standing aside and thinking quietly.
After a few seconds, the man known as the "clown" finally made a decision: "I understand. I will go by myself and convey your decision to that person."
"Please go ahead." The leader of the Thieves Guild watched the clown leave the room with a sly flame in his eyes.
"The capital of the moon? That kind of rural place... Hehe, everyone will be surprised by then~!" Walter was talking to himself, and suddenly burst out laughing. The laughter seemed to be a harsh order, forcing all the candles in the room to dance reluctantly, like those bandit chiefs who had to bow their knees.
Even though she knew she would be doomed, Kailinna still walked out of the Moon Capital without hesitation, and used her prayer technique optimistically. Although in the end the goddess ruthlessly destroyed the woman who longed to change the world with her own power, her name has been passed down forever along with the legend, just like the countless miracles she left for the world.
Now, one of them—the Carina ruby—is in Richard's palm. Kailinna used to be a member of the Moon Capital, and her blood could open the door to the Moon Capital. Therefore, the gem containing Kailina's blood became a key. Relying on this gem, the death knights can enter the domain where the world and the spirit world overlap, and find the last power belonging to Ishutori.
"However, we can't act impatiently yet, we have to wait patiently." The Lich looked around the audience while playing with the gems.
Alsace was flipping through the spell book beside the table absently. Six high-ranking liches including Elika and nine other knight captains stood neatly around the tent. Conspicuously empty, the black gap was like a bottomless ice cave, and the icy breath emanating from it made the death knights feel oppressed that they could not ignore.
"Their indirect interference has disrupted many plans in the past few years, but we did not expect that we would suffer such heavy losses in the first confrontation. In order to obtain this key, a total of fifty-two death knights and five liches were sacrificed ... more than the sum of the past seven years." Richard, who had always been relaxed, frowned, and then stared at Elektra who was silent, "And, it's because of meeting Roland."
When he heard that name, the current head of the Ice Crown Knights couldn't help but let out a "huh", but Richard didn't care, and continued to analyze with a calm but dignified voice.
"If Roland wasn't there, I'm afraid you would have killed those poor free soldiers. In this way, not only will you suffer huge losses due to lack of buffer when breaking out, but you will also be loaded into the opponent's carefully arranged plan due to lack of intelligence. Traps. Through the scouts' subsequent reconnaissance, we found that a large-scale blockade circle was even set up on the border of the dark forest. This is obviously designed for high-level liches. If you really rush in... "
"It will all be wiped out..." Elektra's shoulders trembled, "Kelina's ruby will also fall into the enemy's hands."
"That's right. I believe this is their real goal." The other party nodded, "Although I don't know the reason, these people are indeed enemies of the goddess, and judging from the strategic layout, their power has penetrated into Sophia. The two empires of Riddle and Riddle are probably the same in the north of the mainland. So we must be extremely cautious... If we just enter the Moon Capital just like this..."
"Perhaps the 'end' we're looking for is also in danger."
The lich's icy words crept through the stagnant air, and then penetrated directly into the shells of the dead, into their souls. The suffocation that could not be dispelled caused the breathing movements of the undead to stop instantly, and even the sound of Alsace turning the pages of the book disappeared immediately.
But after a few seconds, the sound of rubbing the pages of the book rang out again and again.
"If you're so worried, why don't you kill them all?" Alsace glanced at his old partner with his fiery red pupils, "Anyway, we now have a clear goal, the knight who killed Harder is called What?"
"The head of the Blood Rose Knights of the Sophia Empire, Fapello Delitan."
"I should be able to get some information from that guy. Even if it's just a simple kill, Sophia will no longer be used by the enemy. Isn't that good? Because he didn't get the ruby, he will definitely come again. This is right It's an opportunity for us."
"You are right. Fapello's style is not cautious enough, and he is too tough. We can try to isolate him, and then end the battle before the enemy's reinforcements arrive." Richard said, chanting a short sentence A quick incantation, and then, the clear and realistic reduced projection of the dark forest unfolded in front of everyone like a map.
"Very good~!" Alsace laughed with satisfaction, "You must know that Jingwang Spear, Dragon Penetration Ghost Slash has a lot to do with me, and it has even more to do with this Yunyao." Speaking of which, death A cold light suddenly flashed across the knight's burning pupils, "I can't wait to meet 'old friend'."
When the undead were planning tactics against the magic map, the Blood Rose Knights were not idle. An army of nearly 40,000 people has built semi-permanent bunkers in the outskirts of the dark forest. These sturdy cylindrical buildings can not only provide soldiers with a relatively safe defensive environment, but also serve as an important strategic base. If the Knights need to enter the forest If so, the consolidation of the rear front must be guaranteed.
However, this step-by-step strategy can only enable him to win in ordinary wars, but it will definitely not stop the death knight. Fapero is also aware of this. The reason why the black knight ordered the soldiers to continue the project was because he didn't know what to do while waiting for the next order.
There was no surprise on the part of Great Lourdes. The incompetent and dull king just sent a nobleman who had never been on the battlefield as an overseer as a punishment. But Fapello knew that the reason why such a disastrous defeat could be understated was not because he was a popular man in front of the king and prince, but because of the influence of the ubiquitous and powerful influence of "that person".
Likewise, the real verdict on the Black Knight will be pronounced by that man.
But it has been a whole week, why is there still no news, no order, no punishment? Fapello lay decadent in the newly built command post, while trying to ignore the bursts of pain from his shoulders, while thinking idly.
Just as the playboy was feeling sorry for himself, the shadow cast by the clouds through the window suddenly distorted violently. The black knight quickly jumped up from the bench, but in the next moment, a pure black dagger was pressed against his neck. Through the completely thin blade, the tyrannical force transmitted from the opposite side forced Fapero to sit back again.
"You are too slack now, Black Knight." The other party commented slowly, and the black short blade had already melted into the outline of the blade holder as he spoke, as if it was really just a shadow cast by the light, "Don't just Getting discouraged by a loss and putting all your energy into winning instead of regretting losing is the right thing to do."
"Don't preach to me in such a nonchalant tone after the sneak attack~!" The other party touched his neck and replied in frustration.
"You still have room for further improvement, be patient, Fapello." Although it was just a black outline, the knight whose name was called felt that the other party seemed to be smiling.
"Come on, you didn't come here to say that, did you?" the Black Knight interrupted gloomily, "Tell me, what should I do next? What is my punishment?"
"Punishment is just a means of training. Now that we are really entering the war, such things are meaningless. Take this." He said as he took out a bottle of dark golden potion from his empty body, gently Throw it away, "It will be very good for your shoulder injury."
"Keep yourself in the best condition, and then continue to wait." The low voice continued, "The death knights haven't shown any flaws yet, so it's unwise to attack rashly."
"But when will we wait?" The other party asked while holding the healing medicine.
"Wait until I appear in front of you again. At that time, my master will arrive here together with the 'Grandmage' and 'that person', hoping to achieve a fatal blow and completely crush Ishutori's goal."
Who will show up? Fapello's whole body couldn't help trembling. But when the black knight opened his mouth to ask something more, he found that the entity formed by the shadow had already disappeared into the air, as if it had never existed before.
The moon was high, and the night was as quiet as ever. Fapero wasn't worried about the death knights sneaking up on them, there was no point in doing that—at this stage, the two sides of the contest were at a delicate balance. Whether it is the death knight or the lurkers who are determined to destroy the goddess, they all have powerful forces hidden from sight; but on the other hand, no one can guarantee to completely defeat the opponent in a hard-won opportunity. Overwhelming concerns have temporarily frozen the battle that spread across the entire world, but once the time is right, the fragile peace like thin ice will be shattered in an instant, and then the two sides will end everything in the one and only head-to-head confrontation.
Just like the duel of soldiers, victory or defeat will be fixed in one picture. The black knight told himself this, and subconsciously clenched the spear in his hand.
Unfortunately, in a dark forest where the Black Knight cannot see through, a commander in a robe in a tent decided to adopt the exact opposite strategy and tactics. On the second day after Fapello received the order, the scouts' urgent report made his speculation about the future a huge joke.
"Lord Fapero, the death knights...the death knights are attacking~!" A high-ranking knight rushed into the boss's room out of breath, and then shouted in disregard of etiquette.
"What, what?" The playboy opened his mouth wide, and stared at his subordinates for a few seconds before finally uttering a word, "Are they crazy?"
Then, the black knight rushed out of the gate like the wind, and then threw himself on the wooden railing of the watchtower of the command post. Standing at the bird's-eye view point at a height of 35 meters, Fapello can clearly overlook the entire camp of the Blood Rose Knights. But the first thing that caught his eyes was not the imperial soldiers rushing to build defenses, not the solid and thick walls of the bunker, but the formation of sharp arrows of the undead as sharp as knives.
Eight years after the birth of the new goddess, the warriors on the Canados continent tasted the terrifying power of the death knight's group charge for the first time. Everything that resisted or stood still was shattered in this tide, leaving only scarlet blood and corpses and the blinding white frost of the north in its overflow.
The soldiers in the outermost circle of the Blood Rose Knights completely collapsed when they just touched the edge of this black tide. The long period of peace led to the lack of human experience, coupled with the impact of the weakening of the empire, these factors made the defense line It became a piece of waste paper in front of the undead with a hundred years of actual combat experience. Facing the newly awakened Sophia Imperial Army, the vanguard of the Ice Crown Knights didn't even have any interest in killing. They just used their halberds to form a thorny array, forcing them to flee in all directions.
In just the blink of an eye, the death knights had broken through the two carefully arranged defensive lines. The position of the Blood Rose Knights was in chaos, and the two newly built bunkers were smashed to pieces by the meteorites summoned by the Liches, turning them into two piles of shocking ruins.
"My lord, what should we do?" The adjutant's panicked voice reached Fapero's ears.
"Let the soldiers not panic. The 1st Corps and the 2nd Corps will fill up from the right flank, and the 3rd Corps will stand firm and not be allowed to retreat. The 6th Corps will rebuild the defensive line on the front line."
The other party ordered briefly, then narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the chaotic battlefield again. The sharp blade made of cold and death is indeed not something humans can resist. However, the calm black knight found a problem—is the arrow array in front of him too thin or too short
There are 2,000 death knights scattered across the continent of Canados, but there are only more than 1,000 people gathered here. What can they do in the face of nearly 40,000 Blood Rose Knights
A long time ago, the knights of Ishutoli had an extremely successful surprise attack, which can be regarded as a model of strategic attack. The Dark Eagle led less than 3,000 people and broke through three cities within two days, completely destroying the supply line of the Luvis Alliance, forcing them to give up their fight for Starfall and retreat several hundred kilometers. But…
The current situation is obviously different from that time. The supply line behind him is huge and complete, even if the granary in the camp is destroyed, it will have no effect at all. And if it is said that the death knights are here to weaken the enemy's combat power, it is even more nonsense. These undead should have already felt that the Sophia Empire is just one of many chess pieces.
Could it be that these guys came to me, planning to break through the formation in one go and take the head of the general? Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on the corner of Fapero's mouth, sensing the excitement of his master, Jing Wang Qiang Long Guan Gui Zhan suddenly became slightly hot.
But then a new question popped into the head of the black knight - why don't the death knights attack at night? Compared with a frontal attack, isn't that a much greater chance of winning
What is their goal? The master of Jingwang Spear frowned, re-examining every detail of contact with the enemy.
But in the next moment, the fearful exclamation of the soldiers interrupted the thinking of the head of the Blood Rose Knights.
"The dragon... is an undead dragon~!"
Fapello raised his head quickly, and what was reflected in his eyes was a black cloud. The giant dragons dragged long ink trails behind them, as if they were going to dye the entire sky in a desperate color, and their huge body, sharp teeth, and bursts of frost spewing down like torrential rain not only occupied the human body All eyes, but also the fear buried deep in the heart swarmed out.
"How is it possible? How is this possible?" The black knight looked at everything in front of him incredulously, and suddenly felt that his hands had lost their grasp of fate.
Hundreds of undead dragons are roaring and attacking, spreading death all over the battlefield.