"Martha is here, Palmid, I'm going to be a father!" Borg Nesson waved his letterhead excitedly and said to his colleague.
"Oh, isn't it?" There was a smile on the stern knight's staid face, and his light brown pupils stared at his companion: "Then I have to congratulate you."
"That's natural."
Borg Neem came to sit down beside his colleague, and watched the vast Neem forest in the dusk with his companion; in the sunset, a neem tree soaked in bronze stood upright on the canopy, a star crow Nesting back and forth on the umbrella-shaped tree canopy-stopping occasionally, watching these two uninvited guests with round black eyes.
"It's so beautiful, Eruin, I can't see enough anyway. This is our country."
"It is indeed more comfortable to return to Eruin." The knight replied.
With a sound of crows, the birds flew up from the forest, and the sound of flapping wings could be heard from miles away. A large animal passed by in the forest, and the knight turned his head to remind the others behind.
But Borg Nesson interrupted him: "Hey, don't change the subject, stay away."
He patted his colleague on the shoulder: "Tell me about you, you are not married yet, my goodness, poor old Pamid must be in a hurry! How is it, is there any lucky girl you like? "
The knight glanced at him with Furui Wubo's eyes: "Didn't you say that, I will not consider this matter until I find out the truth of everything."
Borg Nesson's eyes widened: "You are so embarrassed to say that. You know that you are the only bachelor left. As for me—not only do I have a beautiful and kind wife, but now I may even have a daughter. There will be, too, are you looking down on us?"
"You are different," the knight replied, "you had a marriage contract before you left Eruin. I don't have so much restraint."
"That's not a restriction." Borg Nesson irritably corrected his colleagues' incorrect ideas.
The knight shrugged.
Borg Nesson was silent for a moment, and became serious: "But have you considered, Palmide, we have made almost no progress in the past ten years. The matter that the Marshal asked us to investigate privately is by no means simple, you must be careful. Think about it, compared to the battle of the saints, it has been a thousand years. Even if Master Martha really left us with any clues, it might have been obliterated by time. Didn’t you find out? Let’s go back. Eruin was unable to make any progress afterwards."
"If what the princess sees is true, no matter how difficult it is, someone has to persevere, right?" The knight stretched out his hand and grabbed it from a distance: "For this beauty to continue to exist, for everyone's sake. Tomorrow will not be meaningless, everything is to change that established destiny."
"Can a mortal really change anything? Isn't Master Martha really joking?" Borg Nesson smiled bitterly: "Did you not find out? The princess doesn't seem to believe this. In fact, I think United Silver The people are more reliable."
"Your Royal Highness may have other ideas. You should have noticed it. She is a very assertive person and is now the emperor of the Cruz Empire. Perhaps in her opinion, the decisions about the past are indeed a bit sloppy, even if it is Mar. Lord Sha, she also dared to question." The knight replied.
"But we are different," Borg Nesson shook his head. "We must trust the judgment of the Marshal."
"Do you believe?"
"Of course," he replied without hesitation: "My lord never missed it."
"My lord has descendants," replied the knight. "Born in Braggs two years ago, he is his grandson."
"Haha, then I must beg the adults to betroth my daughter to this kid. According to the agreement, he is the next heir of the Cardiloso family-just like the adults, he will definitely be a genius."
The knight shook his head.
But being able to change the subject is something he likes to see.
"Let’s talk about business," Borg Nasson saw that his colleague was not in a good mood, knowing what he was thinking, and changed the subject: "Don’t you think it’s weird?"
"It's a little weird," the knight replied.
"Yes, our investigation was first started in the Alcash region. The investigation was limited to Cruz at the beginning, but why did all the clues point to Eruin at the end? A thousand years ago, this was clearly not enough. Isn't it a savage land?"
"But maybe in an earlier era, there used to be civilized footprints here. Have you ever been to the ring of trade winds?"
"You mean the druids?"
"Maybe earlier."
Borg Nesson frowned: "That doesn't explain another question, why all the clues here are as if they are broken. We clearly know that King of Flame asked Xianjun Eke to come here with the Holy Sword of Flame. On the land, it seems like a legend about what happened seven hundred years ago, and there is no written record at all."
"Maybe, but it's not in our hands."
"What's the meaning?"
The knight pointed below: "Cultist."
"Ha, you mean the rascals we just slaughtered?-But that was just a coincidence. Why did you suspect these people?"
"It's not a coincidence," the knight replied, "I have recalled the dossier of the temple and found that their activities in Eruin are much more frequent than we thought."
"so what?"
"Do you remember where we were fifteen years ago?"
Viscount Borg Nesson's face changed.
He seemed to recall that nightmare, endless pursuits, walking on the edge of death, poisoning, frame-ups, and all kinds of conspiracy and tricks. That nightmare happened in Cruz, probably one of the experiences he didn't want to recall in his life.
"You mean East Metz?"
"The tree shepherd kept a well-organized branch there, which is extremely rare in other places. I carefully checked the local histories of the Metz region over the past 30 years and found that the activities of the cultists there are related to Egypt. Lu Yin is very similar."
"What does this mean?"
"Do you remember what they were looking for?"
"You mean those weird stone flakes?"
"The stone flakes flowed from Alcash, the exact time was thirty years ago."
Borg Nesson seemed to be pricked by his feet: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Could it be that someone else brought something else out of the temple? There were other people who entered the underground temple, except for us. Outside, how can this be possible?"
The Cavaliers did not answer this question.
Borg Nesson scratched his hair: "Why didn't you tell your Royal Highness at the time? Maybe the stone piece would not be taken away by the tree shepherd one step ahead of time. Now those guys may have fled north to the law. Enzan, what shall we do?"
"You haven't thought about why the tree shepherd can learn the news one step ahead of time under such circumstances. Only me, you and the princess know the information of the action?" the knight asked.
"Do you doubt your Royal Highness?"
"What I suspect is the black dragons by her side."
Borg Nesson fell silent: "Do you think those stone fragments are clues?"
"It's just a possibility." The knight replied, "Also, those stone pieces do not exist alone. Metz should have another piece. The rest is in Eruin."
"In Eruin?" Borg Nesson exclaimed in a low voice, "How can you be sure of this?"
"The cultist himself told me, did I not say it just now?"
Borg Nesson frowned: "I know that there are two stone fragments in Metz. The arrested tree shepherd himself admitted this. But it's just your guess about Eruin, just by relying on it. The frequency of cult activities here confirms this. Isn’t it too sloppy?"
"Don't the clues of our investigation also point to Eruin?"
Borg Nesson fell silent.
"This is not good news, this time there is no princess behind us."
"Bad news is better than no news."
"This time we are more prepared than last time."
"Well, let's imagine, that is to say, they might have followed the Flame Sword from the time of Xianjun Ake-this is not surprising, after all, these people themselves are the pawns of the Twilight Dragon. But the problem Yes," said Borg Nesson, "what shall we do?"
"It's very simple. Since the cultists spend more time than us, then we will look for clues from them." The knight replied.
Borg Nesson looked at him in shock.
After a while, he slowly sighed, "You are such a genius, my friend..."
"But it will be dangerous."
"How can the marshal's servants, knights and students, be afraid of danger?" Borg Nesson replied, "I think your method will work. How about we divide the work now?"
"How to divide labor?"
Viscount Borg Nesson continued: "The cultists active in Eluin are mainly the All Things One Society and the Shepherd, and these two organizations are opposed to each other, so we had better investigate them separately. . I have a preliminary idea. Everything will be given to you for a while, and the tree shepherd will give it to me—"
The knight raised his head and glanced at his companion silently: "Borg, although everything is better at disguising, the tree shepherd is much more organized, according to the strength of the two of us—"
"Stop, stop," Borg Nesson interrupted him quickly: "I'm a student of an adult, you have to make me do something for once, right?"
The knight was silent for a moment, then nodded.
The setting sun of Eruin was slowly sinking under the Grahar Mountains, and darkness gradually engulfed the earth.
But the stars have risen, shining in the night sky.
The Lionheart Sacred Sword was born in the time of the first king Eke.
Seven hundred years later, this sword was once again held in the hands of Queen Lionheart—
Antitina looked at the sword in her hand silently.
Since this holy sword can no longer carry ideals and bring light to this kingdom, at least its power cannot be in the hands of the Sasald people and lead this ancient kingdom to destruction.
It was born in sages and established this kingdom of glory and oaths.
Then its destruction may be destined to give people the last hope.
The cycle of history ends here.
The sword was born because of Sifah and died because of Sifah.
Holding the sword, she decided to fulfill this promise with this ancient surname.
She raised her sword with a comforting smile on her face.
Lifting his head, his bright gaze was like a sword light, piercing the despicable traitor.
Macaro took a step back subconsciously.
"what are you doing!?"
"Let it down!"
The Sadr wizard had realized that it was wrong.
Suddenly he shot out from his position with a stride, and his pale hands were curled up like claws. With a word in his mouth, purple electric lights shot out from the necklace on his chest.
But the power of the sword has been integrated into the blood of the Sifah family.
In the dark pupils of the lady of the staff, the hand of time is slowing down.
She saw the traitor’s wide-eyed eyes, the muscles on his face went from slack to tense, and then slowly opened her mouth, revealing the teeth inside—every detail was visible, and his hands were as slow as a dying old man. Raise it slowly and block it a little bit in front of the chest. This simple movement has gone through what seems like a century.
The Sadr wizard stretched out his five fingers, and lightning spread out from his fingertips little by little. It was not like a swift light, but more like a paint overturned. The mixture of purple and silver was slowly drenching the canvas, one inch Move forward an inch.
The whole world seemed to freeze.
Antitina saw that the chair knocked down by the wizard seemed to be suspended in mid-air. A book called "Manowell Botany" was lifted off the table and fell to the ground in a visible trajectory, slowing the process to the extreme.
Then she put down the sword behind her.
The sword in his hand was slowly swung back, and then an arc was drawn from the bottom to the top. When the arc was reset, the sword flew out.
Macaro did not react at all.
The Sadr wizard’s mouth opened and closed, but suddenly it stopped. The anger on his face turned into a little bit of consternation, and the movement of his hand stopped—a bright incandescent line was reflected in his eyes, and He passed by.
Macaro did not react at all.
That second was divided into countless moments.
But only a white light shrieked through the center of the room.
Penetrated Macaro's chest without hindrance—
Time returned to its normal flow.
The Sadr wizard turned his head, just to watch the innocent sword light in front of him, and cut open the Macaro. The traitor didn't even have time to scream, and his expressions of horror, unwillingness, pain and remorse were frozen at the last moment, and then melted into a white flame.
Some people had the opportunity to survive the ages and become another person remembered by Eruin.
But he chose another path.
This path leads to final destruction in the flames.
After the Lionheart Sword penetrated the traitor of the royal party, it continued to move forward and hit a metal astronomical instrument on the desk.
In the furious eyes of the Sadr wizard, this Eruin's holy sword was like fragile glass. The blade was broken and turned into countless fragments, flying in all directions.
"No!" He roared, his hair and beard were wide, and the anger that gushed out of his heart almost turned the entire lamphouse to ashes.
He seemed to see the illusion of the dragon of twilight in front of him, staring at him with a sneer.
Behind it is the destruction of the Sasald.
And the end of the world.
"No!" Sadr wizard screamed again in pain. He didn't understand why a holy sword could be broken so easily.
And the powerful power of the Silver People could not save him anything this time.
The Lionheart Sacred Sword indeed hides an unknown secret.
But that is a legend only known to the descendants of the Westfah family.
Purple lightning struck Antitina at the same time—
The power close to the sage shredded the mortal girl's body almost instantly.
That is a story about faith and dignity.
Although weak.
But it is destined not to be at the mercy of fate.
No matter what you have to pay for it.
The choice of the humble is like a sword in a girl's hand.
Rather Stick to your guns-
Antitina closed her eyes.
But death has not come for a long time.
She heard a gentle voice in her heart, calling for her sleeping consciousness:
"Annie, you've grown up."
Inside the room.
The Sadr wizard looked at the scattered fragments of the holy sword in shock. They gathered together, surrounded by the human girl under a concentration of invisible power; and his power, all the elements and laws in this room Power, all swept away by this invisible power.
A man and a woman, two figures flashed into the house one after another.
Looked at him coldly.
As if looking at a dead person.