Freya took a breath and walked to the stage of the game. This 10X10 square stone stage was specially built for today's game. It was one and a half meters above the ground. Whether it was falling out of the stage or voluntarily surrendering defeat, she declared defeat. Freya had won two games before, but the opponents behind them got better. To be honest, she didn't have the confidence to move on.
Freya couldn't help but feel a little upset at the thought of here, Brando sent her here to make her stronger and protect everyone in the village. But now she can't say that she has done this at all, and even compared with those geniuses like those monsters, even her original confidence has been polished a lot.
Freya raised the sword, this time her opponent was a senior college student. Nimesse was watching as she always did, but she couldn't help frowning when she saw Freya's state.
"You can't win absent-mindedly." The senior college student also noticed this and couldn't help but reminded.
Freya shuddered, and immediately withdrew her mind. She raised her head, and for a moment, everything she saw before her eyes overlapped in the dream, the red earth stretched endlessly under her feet, and the opponent became the knight full of phosphorous fire.
She couldn't help shaking her head in a panic, trying to get rid of this illusion. But the opponent had already pulled out the long sword and came towards her. Freya was startled and couldn't help but think of the scene in her dream-at this moment, she had completely forgotten the essence of swordsmanship, only thinking of retreating and avoiding subconsciously.
There was a burst of laughter in the stands. Except for those nobles who were academy students, they had never seen anyone fleeing in embarrassment on the field of competition.
"Freya, what are you doing!" Nimesse couldn't help but frown and shouted.
But at this moment, Freya suddenly flashed a white light on her forehead, and a pair of light wings stretched out from behind her and knocked away the long sword in the hands of the academy student.
"what is that!"
Next to the princess, several important ministers got up together. The scene from the previous stage happened to fall in their eyes. When the white light flashed, the long sword in the hands of the senior college student flew out. And this is not over, just listen to'Om A soft sound of', as if resonance, a white light suddenly rose in the distance of the academy.
"That's Yu Songhe's direction!" Someone among the nobles immediately recognized it.
Before he finished his words, everyone saw the rising white light suddenly deflected in the air, crossing a long arc and heading straight to the academy.
"This... This is..."
Under the eyes of everyone, the white light fell vertically on the field of the game, in front of Freya. Then the white light disappeared, revealing the true body of a stone long sword inserted on the ground.
Don't talk about other people at this moment, even the person involved is shocked. Freya didn't know what was going on. She only felt that the sword in front of her seemed to be calling herself, and the voice was so kind, like Brando's warm words of encouragement.
But Freya's heart was pounding at this moment, and she didn't know what to do for a while.
The arena was silent for a while, and there was no sound—
"Fu, Freya, there is a strange pattern on you, your forehead!" It's just that Freya suddenly heard Tisha calling her voice below, and she subconsciously touched her forehead, and she felt a tingling sensation. , Put down his hand and looked, it turned out to be all blood.
injured? how come? The girl clearly remembered that she had blown away the long sword with a flash of white light on her body before, and she hadn't gotten close at all, so how could she be injured. She couldn't help but raised the bright sword in her hand and took a photo of her forehead, only to realize that there was a beautiful azure emblem on her forehead.
"This... what is this?"
Freya certainly didn't know that this pattern had a famous title in Brando's past game world-the Valkyrie war pattern.
This is the testimony of Martha's lifetime glory to her, the symbol of faith in the hearts of all Eruin players, the beacon and flag of Eruin.
But she was unaware at the moment, just feeling at a loss. She raised her head in fear, but faced Nimesse's dark and calm eyes: "Pick up that sword, it belongs to you, Freya."
There is an indescribable complex light between Nimesis's expression at the moment, but her first sentence is so firmly said.
Freya was startled.
Nimesis nodded to her again, and the girl took a breath. She raised her head and looked around. Everything seemed to be holding her breath and waiting for her actions. She hesitated, and then she mustered the courage to approach it. A stone sword.
She held her hand on the hilt of the sword, a cold spot where she started, and then gently lifted it up.
Then a miracle happened—
Everyone saw that the stone sword shot out countless golden lights, and then the pieces of rock covering the sword fell, revealing a golden long sword. The sword is more than three feet long, and the guards are like open wings, and the lion heart emblem protects them. The whole sword is as brilliant as gold.
"Lion Heart Sword!" Next to the princess, her teacher, the old man who everyone respects in Eru, couldn't help but yelled out in surprise.
"No, it's not a real Lionheart Sword. It's not the same as in the description. It seems, as if some rules have changed." The half-elf princess looked much calmer, but she looked at the sword in Freya's hand. There was an indescribable light flashing.
"The previous movement seems to be the awakening of blood, right?" She immediately turned her head and asked Overwell behind her.
"It seems so."
"The lineage of the Everton family is really not that simple. Pay attention to her."
"Just relying on the Lionheart Sword is enough." Overwell replied, "Speaking of which, the Lionheart Sword was born in the south and recognized its lord. Now those Yankees should panic."
"But we have to make sure that the little girl is on the side with us." A nobleman asked with some worry: "If the Lion Heart Sword falls into the hands of an outsider..."
"Don't worry, Freya is a simple girl, I believe she will be on our side." Griffiy gave him a light look and replied.
"Yes."
Overwell looked at the princess, as if there was some kind of wisdom that could see through everything in his eyes, as if he was asking: Is it really on the side of'us', the princess
The half-elf princess slowly calmed down, but she could only smile in her heart. She thought of the figure of the young knight in that story. Indeed, Eruin’s future destiny lay in whose hands, even she couldn’t see clearly—
Griffin looked at the sword in Freya's hand and couldn't help thinking, is this the punishment for Master Martha for breaking the oath
But why can he be spared
…
"Master Nimesis..."
The expressionless female knight turned her head and looked at Freya who took the initiative to stop her. She tilted her head, as if asking: What's the matter
"This, this sword...?" Freya felt as if she was still dreaming. The sword in her hand was definitely not an ordinary soldier, but why this sword would take the initiative to find her, she was still a little uneasy.
"This is your thing." Nimesis replied.
"But... This is also..." When Freya thought of the legend of the Lionheart Sword, her heart jumped. She was a pure Eruin. She grew up listening to those stories and thought of those legends. Everything that happened in the movie was actually connected with herself, whether it was Xianjun Eke or Lionheart Sword, it made her feel a little too unreal.
"Freya, I used to know a girl who was similar to you. She was as stubborn and strong as you, and she also had her own ideals," Nimesis looked at the girl and suddenly said, "At that time I was young, and I have always been very Worship her, I remember she has a sword, similar to yours."
"En?" Freya was taken aback.
"That sword is sharper than this one, but it is not as firm as this one," Nimesis said. "I think this sword is more suitable for you, Freya, maybe one day it can change everything. "
"What, what do you mean, I won't understand you too much when you say that, Lord Nimes..."
"I mean, don't you give it a name?"
"But it's the Lionheart Sword."
"That was Eke's Lionheart Sword, but it's not anymore."
"Then what do you think it should be called better, I, I don't have any talent for naming." Freya couldn't help but said a little embarrassed.
For a moment, Nimesis felt that the lion heart sword in the girl's hand should be crying. But she shook her head, sighed and replied, "Just call it Huanghu."
"amber?"
"Well, amber, amber sword. There is such a sword in the Blue Poem of the Cruz people. It is the legendary holy sword and the only sword among all holy swords that allows the holder to fight against destiny. "Nimesis replied earnestly: "The last owner of the sword of amber was the legendary azure knight. The man who penetrated the sky and caused the stars to fall to the ground opened up the second era..."
Freya held the long sword in her hand and nodded somewhat clearly: "I understand, Amber, it sounds good."
The expressionless female knight suddenly felt that Freya's statement that she had no talent for naming was true, but she shook her head, did not stop and turned away after speaking.
"Wait, Lord Nimesse," Freya called her again, "Well, what about...?"
"later?"
"I'm sorry, I mean the girl you said is very similar to me, what happened later?"
"Later?" Nimesis glanced at Freya, and then smiled slightly: "Later, there will be no more-"
"How is it possible!" Freya couldn't help but stared.
But there is indeed no more-
Brando walking in the jungle suddenly felt some heart palpitations. He subconsciously touched the stone slab in his arms, which was shaking with a slight frequency.
"What's the matter?" The tree elf Quinier noticed his anomaly and asked back.
"Nothing." Brando shook his head.
It was the Lion Heart Sword, but how could the Lion Heart Sword send him an induction at this time? It has been several months since the last time. The feeling just now was a little strange, but it was like some kind of information to conclude a contract. Brando felt a familiar breath from the other side, even a little kind.
This feeling is too strange, let alone now, he has never heard of it even in the game.
But now he can only suppress these thoughts, because the centaur who opened the road in front cut off a piece of thorns with a sound, and then an open hilly area unfolded in front of him—
"Here." Brando took a deep breath.
He raised his hand and stopped all the elves and mercenaries behind him-the land in front of him was the territory of this legendary young man, and everyone's eyes stayed on Brando.
This farce that happened in Tonigel is about to come to an end from this moment.