Fendal will never forget that afternoon in early spring in the year 833 when Starfall fell.
It was originally an ordinary day, the sun was shining brightly and the weather was slightly cold. He patrolled the palace as always, until dusk in the evening, when he received the news of "a distinguished guest coming" at the gate of the city wall.
Naturally, the red-haired knight was ready to lead the way as he always did.
(Earl Radcliffe comes to visit, asking for Master Nostradamus - who, I think, is currently sorting ancient books in the library of the Black Swan Palace.)
Thinking about his mission carelessly in his mind, Fendal set off towards the palace gate. His work has been like this for many years. It is precisely because the guard knights are easier to meet various important figures that the family has. Place him in the Palais Morlaix.
Joshua Van Radcliffe was a name Fendal heard a lot recently. He recalled some rumors about this name, and he couldn't help but make his expression a little more serious.
Black tide, time and space gate, dragon slaying, demon... This person is different from ordinary distinguished guests. If others rely on the power in their hands or the rich financial resources to make them, the palace guard knights, cautious and dare not offend, Then there is no doubt that Joshua relied on this extraordinary force to make everyone cautious.
"A high-level gold-level man in his twenties, haha." Arriving at the palace gate, Fendal couldn't help but laugh. He is now almost thirty years old, and his strength is at the peak of silver. Although his mastery of fighting spirit is close to proficiency, he can't help but laugh. He still hasn't touched the extraordinary barrier. Just like his cousin Brandon, the gap between people is so big that the red-haired knight doesn't even have the heart to be jealous.
"There will always be extraordinary people or things in this world, and I should learn to adapt."
He whispered to himself, and not long after, Fendal met the warriors.
To be honest, when he saw Joshua in person for the first time, he was a little disappointed.
This is just an ordinary black-haired man, dressed in ordinary clothes, and his appearance can be said to be masculine and tough, but he is not the type that impresses people, let alone the extremely powerful warrior who is like a ghost and god in the rumors. Fendal saw it at a glance I didn't even expect that the other party was a count-level noble. Although I knew through the aura induction that the person in front of me was indeed strong, it was not shocking.
- Ordinary, it is too ordinary, even if it is strong, it is only ordinary strong.
Of course, even if the opponent's image is far from what he imagined, the red-haired knight will not show such disappointment. He still shows a warm smile and guides the opponent's path.
This is work. Fendal understands very well that although the rumors will be exaggerated, they will never say things without reason. Joshua does not show strong oppression now, but who knows if this is the power of self-suppression? Many people like to do this, and he only needs to serve with all his heart.
Along the way, the red-haired knight kept trying to talk to the warrior, and his impression of Joshua gradually changed.
The Earl of Northland behaved very easily. He was not like those great mages who looked above their heads and treated everyone as fools. He was also not like other great nobles, whose words and deeds revealed their unconcealed arrogance. , Joshua’s words are simple and direct, not arrogant or arrogant, nor have hidden meanings. When talking to him, you don’t need to think too much about the words to use or worry about what honorifics to use. All in all, it is very relaxed and very pleasant.
—Perhaps Joshua is such a powerful and relaxing person
Fendal couldn't help but have such an idea in his mind, but he immediately realized that he was wrong.
In the last aisle leading to the Black Swan Palace, a group of church monks passed by them. The red-haired knight didn't pay attention. The other party had been in the Morlay Palace for two weeks, and he even took them there. After several trips, I had already become accustomed to the presence of these church personnel.
But the warrior behind Fendal didn't think so.
He frowned and took a 'serious' look at the team of monks.
Suddenly, the red-haired knight felt that his back was pressed against a layer of solid ice. The cold feeling penetrated and spread from the cortex, straight into the bone marrow, and pierced the soul.
Looking back at Joshua with some trembling, Fendal saw the tip of the iceberg of the warrior's true face hidden behind the shadows and easy-going appearance.
Just a glance, the red eyes that seemed to see through everything left an indelible mark on his heart. Just the corner of his eye gave the knight an illusion, that is, all the thoughts in his heart were gone. It has long been seen through, whether it is the humility on the surface or the wanton comments in the heart, all of them have been seen through. To this warrior, I have no interest in keeping secrets at all.
In order to break the fear that was gradually spreading in his heart, Fendal took a step back. He took a deep breath and involuntarily put his hand on the sword at his waist. The weapon gave the knight the courage to force himself to speak.
"What's wrong? Sir?"
He tried his best to hide the dryness of his throat and asked in a normal tone.
Joshua didn't seem to care about the red-haired knight's inner movements. He just glanced at Fendal casually, and then motioned for him to continue leading the way: "Why are there people from the church here?"
The words were equally simple and direct, and the tone was equally easy-going and normal. The aura like a glacier or a mountain disappeared in an instant. The black-haired warrior returned to his ordinary form, transforming back into the one who could not even detect the aristocratic aura. An ordinary man is like a passerby in the fog, unable to leave any deep impression on others.
But Fendal no longer dared to discuss the other party's image in his mind. He didn't even dare to think about anything else. He just answered Joshua's questions with an extremely serious attitude and respectfully sent him to the Imperial Palace in the Black Swan Palace. Library, and then... said goodbye and left quickly, almost impatiently.
—No one wants to stay in the crater of a volcano and stand on the edge of a cliff, even if it is a dormant volcano and there are railings on the edge of the cliff.
That is irresponsible for your own life.
"...He's gone far."
Slowly leaving the Black Swan Palace, Fendal didn't start to tremble until he walked out of the palace gate and made sure that he was really far away from Joshua. He grabbed his arms, his teeth and body trembling like a sieve, Lines of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.
It was only then that he discovered that his back was already soaked with sweat. For the existence of danger, the body's instinct was one step faster than the brain's response, but the knight was not aware of this. Fendal was not dissatisfied with this. I am just sincerely grateful that my performance was not disrespectful at all.
"The rumors are indeed true...this kind of oppression..."
But before Fendal could finish his emotion, he suddenly felt the ground shake.
It seemed as if the entire palace was shaking together with the earth. There was an obvious vibration. The surrounding maids and the attendants serving in the royal library all raised their heads in panic. They glanced nervously left and right, and then looked at the earth.
"earthquake?!"
"Impossible, this is on the Three Holy Mountains, how could there be an earthquake?!"
Although the shaking stopped quickly, everyone began to discuss. They frowned, and then prepared to leave the library in unison. Fendal was no exception. He stepped quickly, preparing to stay away from the Black Swan Palace, but halfway there , two inexplicable breaths were swept by a cool breeze, and one of them was very familiar. This made Fendal look back in doubt and look at the black palace that had stopped. Beside the knight, in the garden The plants were blown by the cool breeze, their flowers closed, and the grass blades curled up slightly, as if they were in fear.
"Could it be..."
Fendal muttered to himself, not trusting his judgment.
In the Black Swan Palace, magic arrays lit up one by one, and obvious ripples spread in the air, like a rippling lake. With the movement of the magic array, invisible magic reinforced the building, stabilizing the slightly swaying hall.
On the first floor, in the empty lounge, the source of all vibrations was still sending out the aftermath of power.
"Demoore, like your father, you like to use fists to recognize people. Compared with being a ruler, you are first of all a warrior."
A low and clear male voice came, and from this slightly smiling tone, one could tell that its master was at ease, as if he had not tried his best at all: "This is a good habit. For a warrior, fighting spirit is his life and will. It can completely represent a person’s soul, which is at least more real than words.”
"That is, of course! Only the emperor with power..."
The other voice was not as relaxed as the other one. Everything he said seemed to come out word by word, but even so, he still spoke a complete sentence in a cold tone: "There is no way in this world." , survive one night!”
After speaking, the owner of the voice seemed to have put all his effort into speaking and stopped talking nonsense.
The fluctuations coming from the lounge became even greater. It even turned into a gust of wind, sweeping out the tables and chairs in the hall. The decorations and portraits in the corridor were also blown away by this force and rolled away.
In the lobby of the lounge, two men can be seen sitting face to face at a table. Their right hands are clasped with each other, as if they are arm wrestling. The man with black hair has a relaxed posture, except for the dark red spots on his arms. Apart from the flames of fighting spirit flowing through his body, there was no fluctuation of power at all, while another man with dark golden hair had gritted his teeth. Most of the fluctuations of power came from him, and the pale silver fighting spirit penetrated this man's body. The whole body makes the wind more biting and colder.
"You should use your full strength from the beginning, otherwise you won't have the slightest chance."
The black-haired warrior, Joshua said this. He looked at the second prince opposite him with interest, and patiently explained: "Whether it is fighting or just playing arm wrestling, the enemy will not Your chance to take your time and come back with all your might.”
Beside him, Ying, who was sitting a little further away, frowned a little strangely and said, "Master doesn't seem to have such a character to talk nonsense. What's going on?"
"I guess I met someone I know, so I'm a little happy."
Rin shrugged: "He also talks nonsense for a long time when talking to Hei."
At this time, Dimoore was caught in a bitter battle.
He came here just to see what kind of person Joshua, who Israel praised as a warrior who would become a legend, was. Since his youth, he had voluntarily joined the army as a frontline knight. Dimoore is naturally proud of those who have fought and survived to this day. There has never been any prince or princess who has had his experience and his will. His determination is unshakable and he can defeat everything.
In this regard, his father, Emperor Israel, was also very appreciative. He once said to him that only Dimoore was like his real child, but even so, His Majesty the Emperor did not say the word 'best'. word.
This is the biggest regret for the second prince who aspires to be the strongest and do the best in everything, and now, this praise has been given to Joshua.
"who is he?"
"Why did my father give this comment?"
"Is he stronger than me? Stronger than me, who has returned from countless battlefields with great honors?"
This idea has been lingering in Dimoore's mind, and a decision Israel made during the celebration made him determined to see the power of the warrior who was rumored to be like a ghost, even if he came When I went to the library and prepared to settle down and read a few books, this idea was still lingering in my mind.
And just in time, Joshua came to the library to find Master Nostradamus.
destiny? Or God's will? Dimol didn't know, nor did he care. The second prince of the empire only understood that if he wanted to challenge, it would be now. He could no longer suppress the fighting spirit in his heart.
He issued the challenge decisively.
And the results.
It was completely suppressed.
"Strong...really strong."
The muscles in the arm swelled, and the pale silver cold fighting spirit even completely exploded the right arm of the military uniform. The surrounding air instantly felt like winter, with layers of frost condensing on the ground and walls. Dimore's face was solemn, and he looked blank. Joshua, who had a silent expression on his face, spat out a complete sentence from between his teeth: "You are about the same age as me, but you have a power that completely surpasses mine..."
This feeling of powerlessness, like facing an unstoppable beast, has been experienced before... When did it happen
By the way, it was that time.
At this moment, Dimoore recalled his memories of the northwest plains a few years ago.
The bloody battle on the Sade Plain turned countless people into bones and flesh.
Tens of thousands of violent orcs rode stone-horned rhinos, crossing the wilderness with unstoppable momentum. They waved their flails and giant hammers, roaring and turning all the fortresses, fortifications and obstacles they passed into pieces. At this time, the dust flew up and turned into smoke that covered the sky, as if it was going to swallow everything up.
Dimoore was at the forefront of the battlefield at that time. It was the worst situation he had ever encountered, the most dangerous battlefield. Countless stone rhinoceros knights were like living siege engines. They could easily tear apart the defense line. The imperial army that was raided did not even have a single heavy equipment and was completely unable to stop the orcs' offensive. Everyone might die at any time.
And now, it's the same.
The palm of the black-haired warrior was like a running stone rhinoceros or a meteorite about to fall, full of unstoppable power. Even if he tried his best, he could only barely maintain it, or even be suppressed bit by bit, powerless. Feelings spread throughout Dimol's body, and he knew that it was impossible for him to win this challenge.
Joshua's strength is comparable to a battle. Whether it is fighting spirit, strength, skills or will, heart and determination, Demoore does not feel that he can defeat the opponent. The warrior does not even use all his strength, but only uses weapons that happen to be similar to him. Strength, using skills bit by bit to gain the upper hand, the second prince suddenly realized at this time that although the opponent's strength seemed to be only high-level gold, this was just an appearance. Joshua's true strength might have already been Beyond that limit, we reached a higher realm of progress!
But he could no longer look back. Dimore gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Even if he had to lose, he would lose completely. He also had a secret method that could stimulate his potential, which could temporarily increase his strength, although it would cause a great burden on the body. , and may not be able to defeat Joshua, but this is the only way.
And just when the second prince of the empire was about to use the secret technique, an old and steady voice came from the door of the lounge.
"That's enough, you two."
There was a trace of helplessness and annoyance in this voice: "This is the Royal Library, not a arena for you!"
Chapter 2 Merge...Forget it!
(End of chapter)