It doesn't matter whether the side wins or the blue side wins, the winner of the top group is determined entirely by individual performance. Exactly when this bizarre rule was enacted is unknown, but it is as much a part of tradition as the rocks of an arena. The direct result of this is that during the battle, most people only care about their own performance, and have no interest in capturing the flag at all-the so-called difference between their side and the enemy is only whether they can attack.
In such a melee, if a loquacious fellow manages to organize a squad—not ten, perhaps four or five—and command it effectively as an army, then obviously the other melees, as well as those two, Teams of three will be eliminated one by one. And the most likely to adopt this kind of tactics, there will be no one other than the paladin, coupled with the opponent's unparalleled command experience, once the team is formed, it may be difficult to destroy even the sword fighting spirit.
"Then, I will deal with that Luvis follower~!" The barbarian's pupils radiated a bloodthirsty light.
"The Tide Hunter Juggernaut will be restrained by me." No one refuted Alsace's decision, "The rest are up to you."
However, when the Thunder Sword Master was about to enter the Rose Gate, his sleeve was suddenly grabbed by someone. The young man looked back, and it was a magic warrior in the team who held him back.
"how?"
"Mr. Alsace, what kind of conditions do you need to enter the challenger team and fight face to face with the emperor?" The soldier who had been silent from the beginning to the end spoke straightforwardly, and his tone couldn't hide his urgency and desire, "please tell me .”
"I haven't thought about that kind of detail." Faced with such a respectful tone, the young man couldn't help laughing, "It doesn't matter, if you are so eager to challenge the emperor, then try to capture the opponent's flag, as long as the blue team can Victory, as you like." Before the battle, the absent-minded swordsman raised the conditions at will - he didn't even know the name of the person in front of him.
"Thank you, that's the agreement~!" The magic warrior bowed deeply.
The golden gate carved with roses and thorns slowly opened in front of Alsace, and the blood-red land immediately occupied the entire sight of the young swordsman. He said "Let's go" dreamily, and then Then he strode into the legendary hot sand battlefield.
It's completely different from watching it from the stands~!
If the arena is like a huge container that imprisons the storm, then the Steam Sand Battlefield must be the center of the storm, where all the sounds and restlessness are concentrated. Paralyzed, even the ground under his feet is scorching hot, as if he has just absorbed countless blood.
But all of these were left behind by the young Thunder Sword Master—it was not the restlessness around him that robbed him of his sight and thinking, but the unbelievable scene in front of him.
The originally empty and indifferent hot sand battlefield suddenly changed in an instant. Countless warriors galloped past Alsace, shouting and stepping into the blood-red land, throwing themselves into the selfless battle. Among them are berserkers with huge axes, paladins with calm eyes, rangers with keen vigilance, mountain dwarves as stable as rocks, and sword masters with roaring sword fighting spirit. In the fierce battle, people fell down every second, but at the same time, more people were pouring into this land, and they didn't even look at the flowing blood and cold corpses.
"Victory~! Victory~!"
"Victory~! Victory~!"
"Victory~! Victory~!" The audience shouted frantically from afar.
And the battle in the Grand Lourdes Arena continued endlessly.
"Phantom, phantom?" Alsace muttered to himself in a hoarse voice.
But this is not an illusion, because the smell of blood is so real, and the breath of death is so approaching. For thousands of years, after generations of replacements, the dead heroes have long been forgotten, but this land that has absorbed the blood of countless warriors still remembers everything—not only the fearless warriors, but also every day they fought here. A thrilling battle.
At this moment, the awakened battlefield is showing its proud ancient history and inheritance in front of the young sword master. No detail is left out of every shout, every swing of a sword, every block, and the ambition that drives it all.
As the former flame sword master said, this is the true destination of warriors.
Staring intently at the scene in front of him, the young man suddenly felt a suffocation in his chest, his whole body trembled with excitement, and his legs were about to fall to his knees involuntarily. At this moment, a powerful big hand firmly supported the Juggernaut and woke him up from the great oppression. The entire Grand Lourdes arena was empty again, only two flags, one red and one blue, were blowing in the wind. fly.
"Hold on, Juggernaut." The barbarian was beside him, but Arthas felt that the voice was coming from a very far away place.
"What are those...?" The Juggernaut gasped heavily, sweating all over his face. He suddenly noticed that his teammates around him were still serious, showing no sign of being shocked. "Didn't they see it?"
"It is said that only those with extremely high talents can get a glimpse of this scene, such as you and me." The famous dragon slayer laughed, "Some people say that it is the cursed souls of dead warriors, and some people say that Steam Sand The battlefield is self-aware, and what is displayed in front of us is his memory. But speaking of it, I also have my own set of understandings."
"tell me."
"Don't you think this is an old man with outstanding military exploits, telling his descendants about the glory of the past?"
"It's quite interesting." The young man suddenly found that the savage's temper fit him very well, "Then this is obviously the best story I've ever heard~!"
"Everyone, let's fight~!" The Thunder Sword Master drew out the sharp long sword from his waist, and walked into the embrace of the red land, shouting, "Let's fight as much as we want~!"
Spoiler: Flame Soul Sword Master [Five Dance Fighting Festival]
Everything around them settled down, and the fanatical audience no longer shouted, but stared at the battlefield with bated breath, for fear of missing any details. Twenty warriors with the highest sword skills stepped into the red soil from both sides of the arena, and centered on their respective flags, they arranged an offensive and defensive array. Since both sides have a high-level sword master, no one dared to act rashly. The two sides just moved forward slowly, like two hissing poisonous snakes, coiled up and waiting for the moment to attack.
Arthas carefully observed Melody on the opposite side - the other party's eyes were focused and his steps were cautious - this was a posture that only a top fighter possessed, but it made the Thunder Sword Master sneer.
I see, is this the only level of your understanding of Broken Mountain? There is still a big gap from touching the limit of sword fighting spirit. Melody, today I will let you see the real Broken Mountain. Alsace clenched the long sword with both hands instead, and swung a vertical slash to the ground under his feet with a beautiful posture.
In the next instant, a wide cut mark hundreds of meters long appeared in the center of the arena without warning. At the edge of the hot sand battlefield, the originally transparent magic hood suddenly flashed a dazzling light, and then, the deafening collision sound penetrated people's eardrums, and the red sand ejected from the surface formed a magnificent waterfall in mid-air, covering all Watching sight.
"Broken Mountain" is not just a name of a level, but a definite description of the strength of sword fighting spirit.
However, for competitive players, this blow is not enough to be regarded as earth-shattering—at this distance, anyone has enough time to avoid the sword Dou Qi. Through the gravel flying all over the sky, the ten opponents in front of Alsace were still standing opposite without any injuries, their eyes were calm and full of fighting spirit, but the corners of the Juggernaut's mouth were slightly raised.
The deep ditch cut by the broken mountain is gradually disappearing in the quicksand, while Melody and Blaise are separated on both sides—they have already opened up the distance in unconscious dodge, and this is exactly what Alsace wants the result of.
"Then next..." The young man nodded to the barbarian beside him.
"It's time to enjoy the time." The dragon slayer laughed, and ran with his upper body tilted, like a raging bison rushing towards the paladin, and the red gravel rose high behind him. And beside him, the Thunder Sword Master also shuttled through the hazy wind and sand like a shadow.
Seeing that Alsace launched an attack, Melody immediately swung several sword fighting spirits in response. These wind blades cut delicately calculated zigzagging arcs in the air, and then slashed at the target's body from different directions—some of them even attacked barbarians. It seemed that the tide hunting sword master had discovered his mistake.
Alsace's solution was very simple. He lightly shook the long sword in his hand, and used the spurting sword fighting energy to counter the sword fighting energy attacking him. The sharp wind blades bit into each other's transparent bodies, and then shattered into countless small pieces. Immediately, waves of whistling whirlwinds erupted around the young man. On the other side, the barbarian dodged every sword fight with an agility that was not commensurate with his huge body, and even his braids were not lifted by the wind.
He was indeed a very good fighter, worthy of the title of dragon slayer. The Thunder Sword Master glanced at it and made such an evaluation in his heart. He's clearly the right guy to be a part of the Challengers team.
But then, a sword fighting spirit brushed his cheek, which quickly made the distracted young man turn his attention back. Alsace stared intently, and saw the tide hunting sword master standing in front of him, less than five meters away from him. with.
"Now do you understand the true meaning of Broken Mountain?" the young man asked mockingly.
"Just having the power to attack doesn't mean anything. This is a truth that any sword master understands." The other party replied slowly, "You and I have entered the confrontation distance, and such fancy moves no longer have any meaning. Now we can start It's a real battle." As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of dagger-like wind blades rushed towards Alsace overwhelmingly.
When the power is at the same level, even if there is a real difference in level, the outcome of the battle between Juggernauts is still unpredictable. Because the powerful Sword Dou Qi has a well-known weakness—the flying speed is too slow, and it is difficult to give full play to its full strength in close combat. The only way for high-level sword masters to solve this problem is to avoid using large-scale attacks and instead counter with a surprising number of small wind blades.
These short wind blades are like raindrops, and large pieces are sprinkled from the blades of the two people, and then collide with each other, breaking into smaller wind blades—but each drop is still deadly, and once it is cut, even steel may die. Break in two. In this case, even the Juggernaut himself is likely to be killed due to negligence between the gaps, not to mention the fighters who cannot use the sword to fight. No one in the entire arena dared to get close to the two people who were in the center of the storm. They could only watch Alsace and Melody covered by the dust rising from their feet.
"This way of fighting is too boring." Alsace commented while dodging the oncoming sword fighting spirit.
"But it is the most effective and refined way of fighting." The other party replied lightly, "Young man, don't overdo your joke." The tide hunting sword master shook his long sword at a faster speed. The next moment, countless A small vortex flew out of his hand, and each one sprayed wind blades outward. These vortexes formed a net in an instant, not only destroying all the defenses around Alsace, but also blocking his retreat.
The outcome has been decided, it is impossible for him to escape from such a dense attack~! Melody had absolute confidence in his attack, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the prey, waiting for the expected moment of blood splatter.
However, in the next moment, the vortex flying all over the sky suddenly shattered~! The sharp wind blade whimpered and dissipated into a gust of wind, as if an invisible sword cut them all open.
What~!
The Tidehunter Juggernaut couldn't believe his eyes. But before he had time to question, a sharp air flow reached his ear. Melody immediately dodged by instinctively, but her hair was still cut off, and her back was still aching.
"The reaction is good." The Thunder Sword Master opposite licked his lips, "If you miss it a bit, your head will fall off."
"What is that?" Melody carefully distanced herself from the other party.
"Do you feel afraid in the face of the unknown?" Alsace's fiery pupils showed disdainful eyes, "Yes, everyone now only knows how to strengthen, and then strengthen. Even if they understand Broken Mountain, it has become a means of strengthening. Turn the wind blade into a multi-layer wind blade, and then turn the multi-layer wind blade into a cyclone, can't you think of something else?" He said, with a light sweep of his wrist, the sharp-eyed Melody immediately jumped back, And at the position where the Tide Hunter Sword Master was standing just now, a long and deep cut mark appeared on the ground again.
"I have gathered the fighting energy of the sword on the body of the sword. Although it is invisible, it is an extremely sharp weapon, and the length can also be changed according to my will. It is useless even if the distance is opened." The young man's cold tone was far away. Passed over, "How do you think the gap that was hundreds of meters long came out just now?"
The Tidehunter Sword Master didn't say a word, but responded with a series of sword fighting spirits. Dozens of wind blades roared towards the target again, but it was completely useless—they were all cut to pieces by the invisible but extremely sharp long sword in Arthas' hand. Only then did Melody finally realize the seriousness of the problem.
Ordinary sword fighting qi is equivalent to a flying prop after leaving the blade. Even if it is shot at an exquisite angle or other restrictions are added at the beginning, the wind blade is still a weapon out of the fighter's control. But Alsace's invisible sword is different—sword battle energy is always attached to his long sword, which means that no matter what the situation is, he can control this indestructible power with his own will, The attack method can be switched between gaps, and the target can be attacked at the fastest speed.
All the weaknesses of Jian Dou Qi disappeared without a trace in front of the invisible sword~!
Then you can only hit with all your strength. Melody made up her mind. Obviously, no matter in terms of speed or reaction, the wind blade cannot match the invisible sword. In this case, it can only try head-on with a powerful attack that the opponent cannot evade.
Can my "Broken Mountain" be better than the blow of the Thunder Sword Master splitting the entire Steamwheedle battlefield? The Tidehunter Juggernaut asked himself, but couldn't get an answer. The only answer can only be found on the battlefield.
"Come and accept my highest blow, Thunder Sword Master." Melody said softly, and then quickly shook the shining weapon in his hand. Immediately in front of him was an extremely dense cyclone, trembling slightly and making a buzzing sound, the speed was so fast that even the red sand on the ground began to resonate.
"Of course I won't miss this kind of opportunity." Alsace's eyes were burning, and the young man stood in front of the opponent, and then he clenched his long sword with both hands, and made a gesture of slashing with all his strength.
The next moment, the compressed cyclone instantly turned into a gray dragon, tearing open the ground, sweeping up the red sand, and roaring towards the Thunder Sword Master. Not only that, but Melody didn't stop moving after launching the Broken Mountain Sword Dou Qi, but continued to rotate the long sword, adding power to the entire vortex one after another, making it faster and faster, and bigger and bigger , All the surrounding battles were affected by this blow, and the competitors dodged to the sides one after another.
Facing the strong wind pressing down like a mountain, Alsace raised his sword and slashed down. The frenzied sword battle energy spurts out along the blade, it cuts through the surrounding air, turning the place it passes into a vacuum, even the tiny red sand is crushed into dust by this terrifying force, and then burned due to high heat Burned, reduced to a puff of ashes.
The roaring dragon was like a basket made of paper in front of this flaming long sword, and its body was cut open in one fell swoop. Then, an uncontrollable gust of wind immediately gushed out from the giant dragon's body like a flood, like a fish breaking free from a fishing net, scurrying around crazily, filling the entire arena with a cloud of dust mixed with sand and gravel.
"My Broken Mountain has been broken..." Melody murmured, hanging down his painful right arm. Then he felt a sharp sword pressing on his shoulder, invisible to the naked eye, but there was a bloodstain on his neck. As the smoke gradually dissipated, a vigorous figure gradually came into the eyes of the Tidehunter Juggernaut, and the young silhouette was particularly dazzling.
In order to destroy the Broken Mountain-level Sword Dou Qi head-on, Alsace also paid a considerable price. His leather armor was already tattered, his body was scratched in many places, and blood was still flowing from his forehead, but the young man's eyes made Melodie feel ashamed. The whole body is stiff - that is the eyes of the winner, which contains endless vitality and undying firmness.
"I'll give you two choices, either surrender according to the rules of the Juggernaut clan, or die here as a competitive player." Alsace's words were very brief.
"I admit defeat." The Tidehunter Juggernaut replied briefly, his body trembled, and then he knelt down.
Thunderbolt and Tidehunter finally decided the winner, but the competition in the top group did not end with this. Just when Melody withdrew from the battlefield and the field disappeared, the remaining members of the red team suddenly found that their flag was missing~! Not only was it not there at the initial position, but looking around, the conspicuous red color could not be seen at all on the entire Hot Sand battlefield, only the blue flag was still fluttering in the wind.
At the same time, the keen paladin noticed that one of the three magic warriors was missing, and there was no corpse on the ground.
"Invisibility." Blaise yelled loudly, but before he could finish speaking, the barbarian's spear forced the paladin to retreat.
"Don't worry about that, your opponent is me~!" The dragon slayer swept the Jingwang Spear completely. Then there was a bang, and the two huge weapons collided again, and the bursting sparks were so dazzling that people couldn't look directly at them.
The knight from a distant continent used a huge two-handed sword with red flames floating on the surface. When he was resting, he wrapped the sword and its sheath in cloth, and no one noticed at all. But when he set foot on the battlefield, the barbarian found that all his attention had been attracted by the opponent and the opponent's weapon.
It is too similar to himself, with huge weapons, and a fighting style that only attacks but not defends. It turns out that even under the control of the Holy See, the soul of a warrior is still indelible~! Every attack of the opponent made the barbarian extremely excited.
The evenly matched two sides had to fight with strength, and the fierce spear technique that could kill the white dragon couldn't break through the blockade of the giant sword. Although the stature of the paladin is much smaller than that of the barbarian, the attack speed of the two large weapons is exactly the same. If the two really carry on the attack to the end, the result can only be that both sides will be injured, or even die by piercing their chests.
But when the killing intent was strong, the dragon slayer had already forgotten about death, and he only had victory in his eyes.
"It's more exciting than slaying a dragon~!" Sargas roared excitedly, but then he suddenly jumped three meters away and retreated from the distance of the confrontation-this was not to escape, but to gather momentum for the strongest blow.
In the next instant, a ray of scarlet light left the palm of the dragon slayer, and the Jingwang spear "Dragon Penetration Ghost Slash" broke through the limit of speed at that moment. With the long front in front, the gunman and his gun turned into sharp arrows, the roar and the gust of wind brought by the sharp edge of the weapon surged together, and shot straight at the target in front of him.
The paladin was not intimidated by this oppression, his eyes were still as cold as ice. The moment the tip of the spear was about to touch him, Blaise suddenly moved sideways. A stream of blood spurted out immediately—the flank of the King Spear ignored the heavy armor at all, and pulled out a terrifying wound on Bryce's right shoulder in one fell swoop.
But the paladin didn't even frown. He didn't hesitate to get hurt, and braved the barbarian's quick gun, and dodged within two meters of the opponent. At the moment when the barbarian's spear had no time to close, Blaise finally got a complete opportunity to attack.
The two-handed giant sword was driven by Blaise's waist strength, wrapped in inertia and self-weight, and drew a shining circle in people's sight. The paladin had already calculated that the barbarian would block with the butt of the gun still in his hand, but even so, he was confident in swinging the block and cutting the opponent in half.
At the moment of crisis, the irrevocable Jingwang Spear burst out with a strong light, and then burned up, forming a flaming shield in an instant, blocking the enemy and its owner. Blocked by this unexpected defense, the paladin's sword swayed for a moment, but he finally slashed in - because scorching flames also erupted from that huge heavy sword.
Fire cannot stop fire.
The two fighting were swallowed by the storm of flames together, becoming two silhouettes in fiery red. And when the dazzling light dissipated, the dragon slayer finally knelt down on the ground, a lot of blood gushed down from his waist, but those eyes were still full of killing intent like a beast.
"What's its name?" the Savage asked, panting.
"Essence King Sword 'Fei Lian', a weapon inherited by the strongest warrior of the goddess Luvis." When the name of the goddess was mentioned, the paladin's icy eyes flashed with uncontrollable expression.
"Excellent sword~! Excellent swordsmanship~!" Sagas slowly raised his body with the gun, and then put on a thrusting posture again.
"Are you still planning to continue fighting?" Blaise was confused. He was thinking about how to get the flag back in the next battle, but the dragon slayer didn't even have the slightest intention of admitting defeat~! Due to constant blood loss, the paladin's right arm had gradually become numb, and the barbarian's injury was worse than his own. He actually planned to launch an attack in this state
"Joke~! Only a reckless man would do this. Now I have the advantage. Aren't you afraid of death?"
"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid of death." The barbarian smiled, "But meeting such a good opponent, I really don't want to miss the opportunity to fight with all my strength~!"
"It's an incomprehensible idea, but if you insist, then I can only stay with you to the end." After a brief moment of hesitation, Blaise's eyes returned to ice-cold, and he raised his sword again to aim at the opponent in front of him, "It seems that the two of us There must be a moment in the world that will sleep here forever."
However, before the two continued their brutal battle, the words of the preacher came. The thick voice that echoed in the arena stopped every sword swing on the Steamwheedle battlefield.
"The blue team seized the flag and won~! The selection of the top group champion is over~!"
"What~!?" The paladin and the dragon slayer shouted in unison.
The barbarian frowned, but Blaise quickly turned his head to see that the disappearing red flag was now firmly planted next to the blue flag, and a man covered in blood held it motionless—in order to bring the flag to In his own position, the flag capturer obviously paid a very high price. His whole body was covered with wounds caused by arrows and sharp knives, but at this moment, he glanced at the two frustrated rangers behind him with triumphant eyes.
"It's him." Alsace thought of the unknown soldier he had made an agreement with before the battle.
It seems that all the members of the Challenger team are here. The Thunder Sword Master silently calculated, and then turned his gaze back to the cold corpse lying at his feet. And the warm-up activities have also been completed, and the next step is...
emperor.
Extra chapter Flame Soul Sword Master [Six Flame Soul]
Although the original owner of Aqua Manor didn't know how to use weapons, the famous mage still built a well-equipped armory for himself out of his hobby of collecting. In this hall with a circular dome, there are all kinds of sharp blades everywhere, from the shortest shuriken to the largest two-handed axe, and even the air is full of the smell of metal.
The old orc sat on the chair silently, watching silently. Opposite him were five warriors who were about to challenge the emperor—Alsace the Thunder Sword Master, Melodi the Tide Hunter Sword Master, Sagas the Dragon Slayer, Saint The head of the Knights of the Sword, Blaise, and...
"What's your name?" Paximon asked the nameless magic warrior, with some doubts in his eyes - after all, apart from the mysterious emperor, there are very few great warriors on this continent that he doesn't know.
"Sean, I'm not a famous person." The other party replied briefly, and then added, "And I don't intend to become a famous person."
"Really? Then why are you so eager to join the Challenger team?" The old orc narrowed his eyes, "I observed it in the top group finals yesterday, and your mixed application of magic and swordsmanship is quite good, but with the four people around you In comparison, the gap in combat effectiveness is obvious."
"To be honest, although Alsace must fulfill the agreement with you, I have no interest in letting the bottleneck appear in such an important battle." Passimon stared at the other party coldly, "Why do you stand? Here, tell me~!"
"I want to kill Jagassi." Sean replied word by word, his face clouded by hatred. Those gnashed words echoed in the hall, forcing the other four to turn their heads at the same time—excellent fighters are very sensitive to this kind of atmosphere.
"Everything about the emperor is based on death. More than 20 years ago, my family was destroyed in his hands, and almost all the people were killed, but Jagassi was not condemned~! At that time, I I am just a child who is just sensible, but I will never forget that tragic scene." The magic warrior's eyes were burning with anger that other people were not familiar with, "I understand that my talent is not outstanding, and it is impossible to defeat the emperor. I used to plan to assassinate and poison, but the opponent is invulnerable, so now... this challenge is my only chance~!"
"For homeless people, it doesn't matter even if they die, I've realized it a long time ago." The avenger suddenly turned his gaze to the two sword masters who were in a daze, "If possible, I hope to seal it with my body. Stop Jagasi's actions, then you can use your sword fighting spirit to crush me and him together~!"
Alsace opened his mouth, but couldn't answer a word, and the other three also looked at each other in blank dismay. They are all the best fighters, they will never back down in battle, and they are eager to fight a strong enemy, but everyone still fears death.
However, the person in front of him is completely different. He didn't forget his fear because of the battle, nor did he go forward bravely because of his pious belief, nor did he go all out to prove his strength—his heart was left in the In the past, he fought for the destroyed, the forgotten.
Avengers? And it's much crazier than Paximon... Since the battle of the top group ended, the young Thunder Sword Master finally took a closer look at the opponent again, trying to find something that would ignite the soul from that ordinary body.
"I understand." The old orc sighed deeply, "You are qualified to join this team."
"Thank you." Sean seemed to heave a sigh of relief, and once again returned to the original taciturn warrior. And then, Paximon's voice spread throughout the hall.
"Now I don't have any questions to ask. But I believe you must have a lot of doubts." The former flame sword master showed a sly smile, "Hey, I guess most people have already thought of it, the best fighter in the past thirty years It is not just a coincidence that they will gather here to compete in the same field."
"Some of the people I'm optimistic about are just idiots, and there is also an unexpected dark horse who has become a challenger, but those are not important. Right now, Passimeng has only one identity - a survivor of the emperor's sword. And next, I will Tell you everything I know. Everything about the Emperor."
The old orc glanced at the five youths in a condescending manner, and then slowly narrated: "I believe you must have seen Jagasi's battle. He has a skill called 'Yun Yao', which can greatly improve concentration and insight. Not only that, but he also has a pair of eyes that can observe the flow of human nerve impulses, and can clearly predict the opponent's next behavior. Very powerful, isn't it?"
"However, the reason why the emperor is the emperor is not because he controls 'Yunyao', and those gemstone pupils are just icing on the cake." Paximon's eyes suddenly sharpened, "The real strength of Jagasi lies in his Incomparable combat experience... Over the past seven hundred years, the emperor has fought various enemies in countless different environments, and won all of them~! The ability to simulate battles in the brain may not even Even the gods should be ashamed, he can calculate all the abilities and characters of the opponent, and then combine the surrounding climate and location to foresee what will happen a hundred steps later."
"So how to deal with this prediction?" asked the paladin, who was met with a burst of laughter.
"I think you probably already have a story in your mind? The bloody flame sword master tried to challenge the emperor, but half of his body was cut off. Then he painstakingly found the emperor's weakness for revenge, and finally gathered five young people to challenge The emperor." The old orc looked at Blaise mockingly, "Stupid, who do you think I am? Thirty years ago, I had made full preparations before the duel with the emperor, but even so, I still lost~! And I lost badly~!"
"The emperor's way of fighting is flawless." These words are like a cold ice, nailed into the depths of everyone's soul.
"Then what should we do?" The barbarian frowned, "I thought you were going to say something, and you've been doing it for a long time, just to scare us here?"
"There are never shortcuts in battle, you should understand this." Passimon didn't care about the dragon slayer's dissatisfaction, "If you want to win, the only way is to delay the time as much as possible. Every second the battle is extended, Your chances of winning will increase by one point. Because the emperor has been severely injured now, and strenuous exercise will cause his body to collapse, and all you have to do is wait for the time to come."
"Of course, I understand that some guys may have doubts about the behavior of 'five against one, strong against sickness', but that's because you only consider tangible advantages. The emperor has seven hundred years of combat experience as an invisible backing , I believe this is a fair battle." A sly light flashed in the eyes of the flame sword master, "If you win, no matter what kind of wish you have, you can achieve it... and if you fail..."
"Hey, dead people don't need to think about too many things, so you just need to think about how to win. Cooperation is necessary, but what is more important is to keep a calm mind, no matter what happens—for example, in the first Two people were killed in seconds or some other nightmare—you all have to fight, so that there is hope." The old orc stood up and walked to the side of the hall, "There are still two weeks before the challenge, hurry up and cultivate a tacit understanding , every second is precious."
I will come to watch your title defense.
There is only such a short sentence on the thin letter paper, let alone the signature, even the handwriting is cleverly hidden. But the emperor knew very well who wrote the letter.
Are you even here? Jagassi murmured wordlessly, but then his thoughts were interrupted by a crisp voice.
"What's the matter?" Lycecil asked softly, with unconcealable worry in his eyes.
"nothing."
"But your body is trembling." The elf leaned her head on her lover's shoulder, "Is it because of that letter?"
"No." The emperor shook his head.
"So, for the upcoming battle?"
"No." The legendary warrior turned his gaze to the city outside the terrace, and the whole of Great Lourdes looked extraordinarily beautiful under the night and lights, as ethereal as the sparkling water, "If there is a reason, It should be because I am also very afraid of death."
"It would have been fine to refuse the dwarves' request, in that case..." the elf sighed faintly.
"If you are afraid of fighting Melukidik, the emperor is not the emperor. I don't regret the decision made five years ago. The only pity is that I have not learned enough skills, which is why I have the current result." Jagasi said deeply. A wave flashed in his eyes, "For the forces hidden in the dark, my weakness is no secret now, and they are waiting for the opportunity to get rid of the shackles."
"For example, the person who wrote this letter?" Richer asked tentatively.
"That's right, this is a letter from Mobadi."
"The person who betrayed you~!?" The elf was startled.
"En." The emperor replied lightly, but the gem-like pupils were involuntarily shrouded in a layer of haze.
Since the dawn of that failure, Mobadi, who escaped, has been crawling in the darkness, carefully developing his own power, trying to avoid the influence of the emperor as much as possible. However, now, he actually intends to appear in front of him publicly, which is obviously not a good sign. Worst of all, Jagassi could not think of a better way to restrain the opponent—in the near future, no one would be able to stop Mobadi from expanding his power.
When that time comes, what will become of the Canados continent? What will become of the world? How will the gods respond? Jagassi pondered, but couldn't get an answer. Different from simple battles, the centuries-old conspiracy covered in thick fog cannot be disintegrated with just a single sword.
But at least I can protect her.
Jagassi withdrew his gaze and stared at the elf girl snuggling beside him with gentle eyes. Even if the future is uncontrollable, I have made all arrangements to keep Richel away from wars, conspiracies and things that would hurt her. Perhaps such a wish is too small for a legendary warrior, but for me, it is enough.
"Yagashi?" Sensing the burning gaze of the other party, Richer couldn't help but blush.
"Rise, you don't know much about the matter between me and Mobadi, do you?" the emperor changed the subject.
"I know he is the enemy." The elf replied in the affirmative.
"But he was my student after all." The emperor's tone revealed long memories, "I don't mind what the legendary Jagasi will become, but I hope that Richer can understand everything about me, understand everything about me. A real Yagasi. That way, even if the legend itself is buried in history, there will still be someone who will remember me."
"En~! No matter what happens in the world, I will always be by your side." The girl replied in a gentle but firm tone, and then hugged her lover tightly with her slender arms.
On January 25th, 43rd year of Luvis Calendar, the seventy-fourth day of the competition ceremony, the sun was still sleeping under the vast horizon, but the entire Great Lourdes could not wait to wake up. The huge arena that can accommodate a hundred thousand people is full, and the red flame stones placed everywhere have a panoramic view of the hot sand battlefield—under the control of the magic network, they can faithfully project images to the water centers of the whole city. In the mirror, the whole city becomes a more magnificent arena, and all the citizens boil with the blood of the soldiers.
Today is the emperor's defending battle, but unlike the general practice, this time the defending battle was made an exception by Jagasi, and the challengers are all the top fighters on the mainland. In the past hundreds of years, the emperor has created countless well-known or unknown legends. This time, the audience believes that they can witness the birth of the legend. And when the battle is over, the legendary witnesses will take what they saw back to their hometown, spread it all over the continent, and deliver it to every corner of the world.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning finally breaks through the vast night sky, removes the black veil that wraps everything, and throws it into this land that has inherited countless legends. The rays of light restored the sharp-edged surface of the boulder-built arena, restored the blood-like redness of the silent hot-sand battlefield, and made the waiting people restless in an instant.
"Today is the seventy-fourth day of the Grand Lourdes Competition, and these famous fighters before us will launch a new round of challenges to the emperor here... a challenge approved by the emperor himself~! Never seen in the past hundred years Make an exception~!" The preacher's thick voice spread throughout the audience, and after being reflected by magic, it spread to the whole city.
"Allow me now to introduce these top challengers who are—
"The last bloodline of the departed Black royal family, the magical warrior Sean Black~!
"The dragon slayer Sagas from the barbarian tribe in the northern continent~!
"From the mainland of Lorendan, the paladin of the goddess Luvis, the head of the Holy Sword Knights, Blaise~!
"Melodi, the tide-hunting swordsman from the coast of Thousand Towers~!
"Thunder Sword Saint Alsace from Thunder City~!"
Accompanied by a deliberately protracted tone, the five challengers stepped into the hot sand battlefield under the rain of roses. No matter how loud the cheers around them were, they didn't care at all. Everyone's eyes are fixed on the still closed rose door on the opposite side, and everyone has different thoughts, waiting for the arrival of the peak of power.
The next moment, the rose gate on the side of the arena finally opened, and the legendary strongest warrior walked into the blood-red hot sand battlefield. The restless cheers of hundreds of thousands of spectators became clear in an instant, and the scattered turbulence condensed into a very oppressive gust of wind, sweeping across the entire arena. Everyone was shouting the emperor's name, and even the preacher who had seen countless battles suddenly widened his eyes.
"Look, the emperor didn't use a copper sword this time~! And that black suit, it's the legendary 'eternal battle suit', it is said that even a flash weapon can't damage it in the slightest~! "The preacher shouted in an excited tone, "Look~! This time, the emperor is serious~!"
Facing the stormy cheers, the emperor just smiled and waved his hands. For hundreds of years, he has experienced such scenes countless times, but today's feeling is particularly sensitive. Those cheers seem to be close to the ears, and seem to come from the distant shore. The phantom of the hot sand in front of my eyes is clear for a while, and blurred for a while, and the world is as unpredictable as a dream.
This is what death looks like.
Jagassi felt a cold and unfamiliar voice in his heart tell him this, and the emperor couldn't help tensing his whole body, but then, he suddenly laughed.
Melukidick, are you watching
Lewis, are you watching
Mobadi, are you watching
There are others who desire to manipulate fate... Are you all watching? Although the remaining time is short, until the end, I will fight to the end as the emperor.
And my belief will be handed down forever together with Yunyao.
"Everyone, the battle has already begun." Standing still ten meters in front of the challenger, the emperor slowly took out the sword from his arms, and then drew the sword out of its sheath. The soft sword body of Jingwang Sword "Yunyao" swayed slightly in the wind, and the sharp blade provoked a ray of golden sunlight. At that moment, the entire battlefield, the entire arena, and even the entire city fell silent.
The five challengers had already set up a subtly adjusted formation. The paladin and the barbarian were at the forefront, the tide hunter sword master and the magic warrior were on the two sides, and Arthas was in the center to control the situation. The moment the emperor drew his sword out of its sheath, everyone tensed up, but the opponent was not in a hurry to attack.
"What are you fighting for? Is it to be killed by me?" The emperor asked in a haughty tone, "Do you understand the true meaning of power?"
"We all know the purpose of our battle. Although the philosophies are different, the goal of defeating you is the same. There is no need to teach me now." The paladin replied neither humble nor humble, carefully protecting his whole body with his two-handed giant sword.
"Really? You should be the emissary of Luvis, right?" Yagasi smiled slightly, "Your move in the top group battle that severely injured the opponent was really wonderful. You started to shift the center of gravity quietly when the dragon slayer jumped back, so you can I have dodged the opponent's incomparably quick straight-line thrusts, and I have already calculated the body swing after the injury, so I adjusted the balance in advance, and at the moment when I got the opportunity to attack, I used the greatest strength to destroy the opponent's defense in one fell swoop."
"If you remember correctly, this should be the superior skill in Alazea's swordsmanship, so it can be inferred that you must also come from there." The emperor suddenly turned the sword upside down and relaxed his posture, "Tell me, the ancient country that respects honor Have you finally devoted yourself to the goddess' command?"
"What are you going to say?" The paladin remained vigilant, not letting go of the opponent's every move.
"Although I don't know whether you came here by your own will or the order of the goddess, it is meaningless to stand in front of me like this. Why not assume that? Even the omnipotent emperor, after seeing After the major powers join the Lewis Alliance, maybe they will also have a little bit of longing?"
"You mean..." Blaise's eyes lit up.
It was only for a moment, the paladin still maintained a perfect defensive posture, and then between the gaps, accompanied by a muffled sound, the other four challengers suddenly found that the emperor had stood beside the paladin, and the two People's shoulders passed each other, and the red sand under their feet flew up.
Jagassi's right hand didn't move, he was still holding the long sword upside down relaxedly, but his left fist was buried deep in Blaise's body - even from Alsace's position, everything was clear, because the paladin's armor It actually protruded from the back, not only that, even his whole body was hanging on the emperor's fist, like a fragile piece of paper.
It's hard to imagine the extent to which the armor and flesh on the front have been squeezed. What is even more difficult to imagine is that the emperor can destroy the magical armor with only flesh and blood~!
Blaise felt no pain and was instantly killed when he was hit. A few seconds later, a thick mist of blood spewed out from the paladin's mouth, and then the heavy body and the huge epee slowly fell to the ground, motionless.
"What I mean is, your defense is full of flaws." The emperor commented on the loser at his feet in an incomparably cold tone.
In the next moment, the barbarian's roar responded to this evaluation, and when the roar spread like waves, the sharp scream of the gun's blade piercing the air followed. At the moment of stabbing at the emperor, the Jingwang Spear actually accelerated again—Sargas had already calculated the distance, and after the first step forward, the point of the spear was about to reach just enough to get the second kick Chance—this is a two-stage thrust that cannot be dodged.
Jagasi stood where he was and didn't dodge, just flipped his wrist and shook out his long sword. The moment the two weapons came into contact, a piece of silver light splashed around, and when the metal collided, what leaned to one side was not the soft "Yunyao", but the Jingwang Spear that was strong enough to penetrate dragon scales and cut through nothingness~ !
What~! The dragon slayer's eyes widened in disbelief. The emperor was actually able to directly attack the point of the spear that condensed all the power without being backlashed, and as if guiding the flow of water, he cleverly deflected the trajectory of his spear.
For an attacker, this deviation is the difference between life and death.
The emperor's fingers caressed the spear that passed by him, and then he jumped over, and instantly bullied the gunman in front of him. The soft sword in his hand flashed three rays of light in the air, two of them severed the large arteries on the left and right sides of the barbarian's neck, and the last sword pierced through the middle, bypassing the trachea and directly piercing the spine. This not only saves the time of cutting the flesh, but even if the dragon slayer has the final explosive power, it will be useless—he is completely paralyzed, and the brilliance in his eyes is quickly dissipated with the gurgling blood.
"Go to hell~!" Sean rushed up when the paladin fell, but within a few meters of running, the barbarian also fell. The two sword masters were still five meters away. Judging from the speed at which the emperor killed them, there was almost no time to support them. The magic warrior knew that he had no chance of winning. But even so, he was unafraid to attack head-on.
The weapon in Xiao En's hand was lifted into the air in the first round, and then Yun Yao slashed towards the target and buried it in the body of the magic warrior.
"Huh?" The emperor was a little surprised, this sword was supposed to cut the opponent in half.
Xiao En had already cast a powerful defensive magic for himself. Although it could not guarantee his life, it was enough to take the emperor's life. The blood-soaked magic warrior grabbed the emperor's sword with both hands, gritted his teeth and said a word again. Frost immediately covered his whole body, freezing the wound along with Yagasi's weapon.
"It's now~! Get rid of him~!" Without Xiao En's prompting, the two sword masters had already launched their most violent sword fighting spirits. The violent tornado and the sharp invisible sword rushed towards the blocked emperor, and the entire arena They were all trembling under the impact of this huge wave.
Alsace believed that it was absolutely impossible for the opponent to crack the dual resonance "Broken Mountain" level sword fighting spirit.
However, immediately after, he saw the emperor withdraw the long sword from the frost with lightning speed, and then drew a blooming silver flower in front of the sword fighting spirit shaking the earth. In an instant, death-like silence fell, and the eardrums swayed by the wind swayed because they could not adapt to the sudden silence. Time and space seemed to have lost their function, consciousness, and weightlessness.
As if it had never existed before, the berserk dragon dissipated into nothingness, the blade condensed with anger was broken into pieces, and the thundering sword fighting spirit was ridiculous like an illusion at this moment. What remained in Alsace's eyes was only the emperor in black and his legendary sword that brought everything to death.
"Melodi~!" The Thunder Sword Master glanced at his companion, only to find that the opponent was already dead—the Tide Hunter Sword Master was still standing still, but his head was completely pierced by a long sword.
During the gap between the counterattack just now, the emperor kicked up and hit the falling long sword—the weapon that Sean let go—the kicked sword was like a sharp arrow, shooting straight into the vortex-like fighting energy of the sword, passing through the center of the disintegrated storm , and nailed it precisely into Melody's forehead. The Tidehunter Juggernaut who mastered "Broken Mountain" never thought that the fatal blow would come from his favorite stunt, and now he has no chance to regret it.
The Thunder Sword Master didn't have time to mourn for his companions. As soon as he finished his surprised words, the emperor had already arrived in front of him. A soft sword, like a silver snake, bit Alsace's throat.
You can't use sword fighting spirit~!
The young man immediately judged that his speed, strength, and accuracy were all inferior to the opponent's. If he still planned to use the sword fighting spirit now, he might die before he could condense his anger. The only way he could think of to deal with it was to use sword against sword. The stern light shining from the metal surface immediately enveloped the two people in the center of the battlefield, and the sparks from the bite of the long swords sputtered in all directions, dazzlingly bright.
After several seconds—for those in the battle, these few seconds are as long as centuries—the silver light suddenly disappeared, and the two jumped out of the confrontation distance at the same time, and stood at a distance of five meters. Certainly. Looking at the extremely cruel battle in front of them, no one in the entire arena dared to make a sound. Even though their keen eyes could not track the trajectory of the two swords, they predicted the result from the scene reflected in their eyes.
Arthas was covered in blood, his armor was covered with cut marks, and his body was covered with wounds. The turned flesh and blood made his appearance very terrifying. But the emperor was unscathed, calm and composed, and the Jingwang sword still radiated a cold brilliance as when it was drawn.
His sword was too fast to touch the blood. Alsace felt that the tip of his tongue was tearing apart, could this be the power of "Yun Yao"? This is the true strength of the emperor? In less than fifteen seconds, the four best fighters were eliminated... He and I are not on the same level at all~! Too much difference~!
Alsace tried his best to suppress the shameful thought of running away, regardless of the pain in his body, and put on a defensive posture again, but he didn't know how to defend at all.
"Do you know why you were defeated so easily?" the emperor said again with a dignified and calm voice, "Because in battle, you rely on the results of your usual training rather than your own mind. Years of practice have made your sword skills profound. It is deeply imprinted into the warrior's body, and he will react naturally when encountering danger without thinking. This is indeed the only way to greatly improve his strength, but... To become a top fighter, one must take Back to the ability to think in combat."
"So, despite the great power of sword fighting qi, it is still just a conditioned reflex acquired through training. It is not helpful for innovation at all. It just blindly lures people to strengthen it, and then strengthen it. If it is the highest level, then there will be no time to improve."
"You have a very high talent, you should learn from Yunyao and let yourself regain the power of choice. In this way, even in the thousandth of a second when the two swords miss each other, you still have room to think and choose which one to use. There is a way to defeat the opponent." Yagasi's voice came from a distant place, permeated with the low hum of hot sand, which made the young man's whole body tremble, "What's wrong? Are you afraid? As a warrior who yearns for strength , don't you want to experience Yun Yao's power at the highest level for yourself?"
The emperor's words caused Alsace's eyes to ignite scorching flames instantly.
By the way, I want to experience the pinnacle of power... Even at the cost of my life, I have to face the emperor's sword head-on, otherwise the rest of my life will be meaningless~! Just fight wholeheartedly and feel everything that the battle brings~!
Pressing four fingers on the sword body and slowly pushing it out, Alsace's body sank, and the long sword was stretched between his arms to the maximum, like an arrow on a bow full of strings. This is the swordsmanship that young people learned a long time ago, the most basic form of stabbing——tooth protruding, the attack surface is narrow and irreversible. There is no need for exquisite combo skills or powerful sword fighting spirit, Alsace felt that it was perfect to choose it as his last sword.
That's a really cool look. Looking over the sharp edge of Jingwang Sword to the young man who was waiting for a fight, the emperor couldn't help showing an expression of approval. That's right, if it had to be described, it would be like a well-crafted famous sword, and one day it would glow dazzlingly. He is the most suitable person to spread "Yunyao"~!
Jagassi thought so, and then swallowed the blood surging in his throat, ignoring the burning pain all over his body, and raised his sword to face the young warrior who challenged him: "Come on~!"
The next moment, the bow was full and the arrow was off the string. The long sword in Alsace's hand stabbed straight at the emperor's chest, but at the moment when he was about to reach it, a bright arc of light cut down from the top of his head with an unstoppable force. Lightning the Thunder Sword Master's hand, the flashing sword was split into two in an instant, and then the only thing he could feel was the severe pain tearing through his body, as well as the darkness and suffocation that swarmed from the surroundings.
The emperor's sword sliced through the lightning-level weapon that was said to never break, and left a wound on Alsace's body from his left shoulder to his waist. There was a bloody full stop.
After an unknown amount of time, Alsace struggled to open his eyes. The surroundings were blood-red, and there were noises, shouts, and cries mixed together, but he couldn't hear it, and there was only a blank in his ears, as if all the sounds in the world had been sucked away.
Did I survive the Emperor's sword? The young man tried his best to prop up his body, but the severe pain from his left shoulder to his waist made him almost faint. However, even so, Alsace was still very clear—that move was the emperor's mercy, otherwise he would be cut in two Half.
I lost completely.
By the way, where is the emperor? As soon as he came to his senses, the Juggernaut thought of Jagassi. He collected himself and started looking for it immediately.
The first thing that catches the eyes of the young people is the audience surrounded by all directions. Their eyes are indescribable, some with regret, some with admiration, and some just confused and dull, even the preacher said nothing. Don't say anything, just watch silently. Then, the bewildered expression of the old orc came into Alsace's sight. The former flame sword master had already entered the battlefield of Steam Sand. He looked around at every corpse and finally sighed.
"I failed." Paximon muttered to himself, "So the person who defeated me was so powerful... It's unbelievable, really unbelievable. Is this 'Yunyao'?"
The beautiful elf girl cried and wanted to rush forward, but several people tried their best to stop her before finally stopping her. And looking in the direction of Richesier, Alsace finally saw the legendary emperor.
Now Jagassi was wrapped in a rising pillar of flame, his expression was extremely serene, but his eyes would never be opened again. The dazzling pillar of fire piercing into the sky can be clearly seen hundreds of kilometers away. It seems to be a call from the sky, and it is taking the emperor's body away from the world bit by bit. The peeling fragments are like light feathers, jumping sparks, lingering around the pillar of flames and gradually rising into the dawn sky, scattered to every corner of the world.
"It's Meljidek's curse." The old orc said softly. However, Arthas struggled to stand up, and the Thunder Sword Master ignored the screams of his broken body, sprinkled his blood all the way, staggered towards the towering flames, and finally stood still in front of the emperor's melting shadow.
Then, the proud young man bent his knees and knelt on the ground.
Two weeks later, Alsace and Paximon embarked on a journey back to Thunder City, and they were accompanied by a paladin—Leo August, deputy head of the Knights of the Holy Sword. Thanks to Leo's Holy Light spells, the battered youth was able to recover in just two weeks.
"If you leave like this, you will still achieve nothing in the end." The clear voice like a silver bell stopped the three people who were about to enter the magic circle. A beautiful elf girl walked slowly with a long and narrow cloth bag in her arms. Come over, "You can't understand the essence of Yunyao just by the sword you received."
"According to the emperor's promise, please be sure to take this book with you when you leave." Lycesil handed over a thin book, "This book was written by Jagasi himself, and it records the stories about 'Yunyao' All, the principle is actually not complicated, all it needs is a pure heart, so it can be regarded as a technology that will never be lost."
"This... is this given to me by the emperor?" Alsace's voice trembled, and the young man held the book in both hands respectfully.
"That doesn't mean anything." The elf suddenly changed the subject, "Don't think that you can become a real Yunyao user after reading this book, it's just an entry-level level. A higher level can only be achieved by yourself. Only in the battle can we experience and learn."
"And this. Jingwang Jian Yunyao is also for you, because... because the emperor can no longer pick it up." Speaking of this, the girl's voice suddenly slowed down, and her eyes were uncontrollably covered with rain and mist. "Yagashi hopes that you can become Yunyao's communicator... But I can tell you clearly that with your aptitude, you will never be able to reach the highest level of Yunyao~!"
"If it wasn't for Melkidek's curse, how could Jagasi die in such a place~! How could he need help from a stranger like you..." Lise finally cried softly, the elf slender Pressing his fingers on his chest, his whole body bent down, as if his heart was in severe pain.
The two people beside them pursed their lips in silence, and the young man who had received the Jingwang Sword didn't know how to answer. The only thing he could do was hug the inherited weapon to his chest, and then bowed deeply to the emperor's lover. bow.
"Maybe. Maybe my aptitude is indeed not high enough. I don't have endless lifespan or gemstone eyes, but... I can assure you that Arthas will never let this weapon suffer the slightest bit of shame," said the young man. After finishing, strode into the transfer square.
Four or three years of Luvis's calendar, Leo, the deputy head of the Holy Sword Knights, took back the bodies of King Jian Feilian and head Blaise, and sent them back to the Luvis Alliance on the other side of the ocean. I am determined to stay in Canados. Afterwards, Alsace, Paximon and Leo August returned to Thunder City. Alsace immediately gave up the title of Thunder Sword Master, swore that he would never use Sword Fighting Qi again, and devoted himself to learning Yun Yao.
In the next three years, they became the first users and disseminators of Yunyao. After a brief struggle within the Thunder Clan, Thunder City finally became the birthplace of Yunyao. Although sword fighting qi is still favored by many fighters due to its great power, it is more often used on the battlefield. For the fighters, "Sword Fighting Qi" can no longer represent the highest state of swordsmanship, but "Yunyao" is.
The world of swords has entered a new era, and the concept of innovation and thinking has become the main theme.
Luvis has lived for four or six years. In order to improve himself from actual combat, Alsace left Thunder City and started his own journey of practice. The following year, Leo brought Yun Yao back to the Luvis Alliance, and the emperor's legacy took root in the Lorentan continent.
[seven endings]
In Luvis's 49th year, this is the Arete Mountains in the northern continent. A vigorous climber overcame many obstacles and finally climbed Kazak Peak—second only to Tria Peak, the highest mountain range. Different from what he imagined, what was displayed in front of him was not a jagged rock, but an artificial flat ground, and in the center of this huge platform, a giant sword that oozes a cold breath was right in front of him. The weapon emitting a faint blue light was imprisoned in a transparent ice seat, leaving only the hilt waiting for its master to wake it up.
This is Frost Lament, the legendary weapon that can bring endless power to its bearer.
"Ha, it's here~! But it's inconvenient to use if it's so big." The climber walked around the ice seat for a long time, and then jokingly hit it with an ice pick—of course, these unusual ice crystals are definitely not It would be shattered by this, but his behavior obviously made the hidden bystanders unable to help.
"Warrior, there is no shortcut here. You must rely on your own will and strength to stand the test." A lich emerged from the air. He had short, clean hair and ice-blue pupils. There was an indeterminate flame surging, but this image obviously had no effect on the visitor.
"If you don't want me to knock, just put up a sign." The other party laughed, and then waved his hand again, "Don't worry, I'm just looking at it."
"It's been so hard to come here, you just want to see Shuang Wai's appearance?" The lich's eyes were full of curiosity, "Don't you yearn for power?"
"I already have a weapon at hand." The soldier patted the long sword on his waist, "The reason why I came here is indeed longing for power, but what I want is not Shuangyi."
"So?"
"I am waiting for the person who can pull out Frost Lament, I am eager to fight with the strong, and then get what I want from the battle~!" The answerer's eyes burned in an instant, "And wait until then One day, after breaking through the bottleneck of Yunyao, I can go back... to the place that belongs to me." He said and looked to the south, and the land of hot sand thousands of miles away seemed to be in front of him , The muttering warrior recalled the past in an instant.
Death Knight Extra Story Sword Lord
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Extra Story Soul of Flame Fire Cross [A Good Friday]
The sky was covered with mountains of dark clouds, and it was raining heavily. The tall black-haired man walked without saying a word, slowly walking towards the gray end on the icy street.
The man was dressed in silver-washed heavy armor, with crimson flowing flames tattooed on the breastplate, and the flames surrounded a burning cross. On the continent of Canados, almost no one does not know its origin—this is the heraldry of the Thingwes Dynasty, the Fire Cross. Hundreds of years ago, Tilampedo Singwyth, armed with an unknown weapon, fought north and south, and finally established the first huge empire across the White Rock Mountains - Gulan Bell. Since then, the nameless sword of the Holy Cross has become a symbol of the dynasty's victory, guarding the country like an oath.
As the last ruler of the empire, Mobadi Singweis did nothing wrong—he planned Gulambel with complete rationality, and restrained the people with laws without loopholes. On the battlefield, he rushed to the forefront with an invincible image, and until the end of the battle, Mobadi would never retreat even half a step.
This greatly expanded the territory of the empire, and the reforms also greatly improved the lives of the people. His achievements may be comparable to those of Tilampedo Singweis back then.
But now, the legend of being undefeated has become a thing of the past—no matter how strong the oath is before the goddess, it seems powerless in front of the goddess. Doomed. In just one night, the goddess's army captured the famous free city of Lourdes, and the moment the iron hooves stepped across the arena, they pointed directly at the largest empire on the mainland.
No matter how good Mobadi's swordsmanship and strategy are, only one person cannot resist Shia's Judgment Knights. The transfer phalanx technology newly developed by the League of Goddesses makes defense extremely difficult, and the holy light of the paladins makes the combat power almost undiminished. Coupled with the natural fear of mortals for unknown forces, Gulan Bell's army began to move slowly. But disintegrating at an irrepressible rate.
The war between man and god lasted for six full years. In the spring of 2007, the Knights of Judgment finally broke through the last line of defense of the empire in the southern continent. The only option is to surrender.
The spokesperson of the goddess in this world agreed to this request, agreeing to allow the conquered Gulambell to obtain religious membership and become a member of the Shia Alliance. In exchange, the Thingwith family must be wiped out to avoid possible future instability.
If his own death can be exchanged for the peace of the country, Mobadi Singweis will obviously agree to this condition without hesitation, right? For the bearer of the Sword of the Holy Cross, death is not something to fear. Not only that, they have abandoned the emotions that mortals should have from the very beginning, because only in this way can they become the most perfect rulers.
But it was not Mobadi who had to be hanged, but also his daughter, Ishtar Singweis, who had just turned ten years old.
When the always expressionless king listened to the conditions put forward by the envoy, the knights saw him hesitate—that was Mobadi's only hesitation, but it was only a fleeting moment. Then the emotionless ruler nodded and replied in his customary unfathomable tone: "I accept the terms."
Now, all the Fire Cross banners flying on the Royal City of Gulan Bell have been taken down, and replaced by a garland of thunderbolts from Goddess Shia. Avenging knights in black heavy armor stood neatly on both sides of the street, with sharp long swords on their chests, separating the people from their lonely king. And on the cross square at the end of the street, a tall wooden platform has been built, and the black gallows standing on it stands in gray