Time is like a ghost walking in the forest, one minute after another, passing away quietly.
"Sister, what is this place?"
Uta's eyes widened in horror, and found that what he was holding was not a sharp sword, but a soft boneless hand. The owner of the hand was tilting his head and looking at her. His green eyes were like clear springs in the forest. Shawl, feet in white clothes, naked|bare feet stepped between the thick green moss, like a fairy in the forest.
"elder sister?"
"Otis?"
"This is… "
The nightmare memory of ten years ago reappeared in my heart.
"No, Otis, don't stop, run!"
Uta suddenly felt his hands empty, and his sister dissipated like a reflection in the water, replaced by a bright narrow light in the darkness—that was the sharp edge of the sword. The illusion in front of her gave her a shiver, subconsciously raising the white lion saber in her hand, "Dang-", the two swords met, sparks splashed everywhere, Uta took a step backwards unpreparedly.
The Cruz knight who was covered in armor on the opposite side was also slightly startled, and a suspicious voice came from under the metal visor: "White lion sword... Eruin?"
Actually distracted.
Yuta was in a cold sweat. She never thought that she would make such a fatal mistake in the battle. Although the repeated battles have already exhausted herself physically and mentally, and it is said that people will see everything in the past again before they die. Is it a sign of checkmate
She gasped heavily—
Seven or eight sharp swords stabbed over. When she was in her best condition, she had to go all out to face one of them, not to mention now.
The forest is burning in the dark...
The knights in white robes and sun badges on their chests slammed out of the darkness. The abominable slave traders fell under the shining long swords in their hands, but there were also panicked slaves who fell on their horses. Bottom—the knights had no mercy, trampled on these mountain people and Senya people, the sound of the fire burning with the wind, the sound of the collapse of the building, the roar, and the crying.
She and her unclothed sister shivered and hid under a dilapidated tent, which was filled with the stench of excrement and urine, but she sincerely hoped that she could hide in this small space forever.
The shadows dancing in the darkness receded, and across the tent, you could see the shadows of swords, lights, and blood splashing.
A long sword finally found a chance to attack her line of defense, a sword pierced her shoulder, red blood gushing out, and the pain made Yuta feel that the scene before him and the scene from decades ago seem to overlap. , Seven or eight knights surrounded her, the sharp swords in their hands flickered with cold light, their eyes were alert, and they didn't give her any chance to die together.
Then she felt another sword hit in her lower abdomen, and her strength seemed to pass away. She half-kneeled on the ground, crumbling, surrounded by the Cruz knights, like evil wolves waiting for an opportunity in the forest.
It's the evil wolf, that summer night in the stag forest in Braggs.
The wolves were whispering, scarlet eyes buried in the night, and she was protecting her sister Otis with one hand. She was covered in wounds. The pain seemed to paralyze her nerves, and one eye was covered with blood. , But she still stared at the beasts fiercely, more fierce than any of them.
The long escape life seemed to die every moment, but every time he survived miraculously, because he couldn't give up, for the sake of his sister.
"Your name is Ovidia, girl, are you a mountain citizen?"
"This is my grandson, his name is Brando."
"No, there are things in you that he will never have. People with a good life can't understand these things—"
"You want to learn swords from me?" The old man smiled, "I'm afraid it won't work, but I can recommend you to a place where that person might bless you, for my sake."
But my sister is still dead.
Because I am too incompetent.
Even after so many years, I still couldn't protect her.
Uta couldn't help but tears in her eyes, the tears washed away the blood, and flowed down her cheeks like a stream mixed with blood. She hates those who bring all these injustices to the world, hates those nobles who do nothing but push evil behind them, hates everyone's indifference, hates all the old things, but she can do nothing, Otis' death seems to be It was inevitable, she was unable to change or resist.
Even though she often gnashes her teeth and curses, she doesn't know in her heart whether she is cursing her weakness or the people who caused it all.
A Cruz knight walked in front of her, the metal armor creaked, and the other party raised his sword.
Become a knight.
Already a member of the nobility.
But why fight
What the Lord Lord and His Royal Highness are changing, is it really the world that my sister wants
Facing the sharp sword shining with cold light, Uta was at a loss for a while.
…
"Eruin?"
When he heard the name, Sir Marjorie also felt terrified: "Why are they here? They are not in Fattan Port? There is more than a hundred miles away from here, has their eyeliner been arranged in this place? They are Didn’t you know something?"
He asked a series of questions in a row.
Obviously, the knights who were calling were unable to answer these questions, or even any of them. They were also surprised. They originally thought those were the army of the nobles in the north, or the army of the Huaye collar. This answer went beyond. Beyond their expectations.
What's more, why are these Eluin people so strong? The combat effectiveness of this scout cavalry surpassed their most optimistic estimates of that weak country in the past. Even the knights on the plateau could not resist the White Legion, let alone involve the more elite Bai Zhi. The pace of the Knights.
There are fewer than ten of them.
Where did this Eruin army come from, and where are they sacred? Countless questions came out of Maruoli's heart.
"Have you seen their emblem, it's really an Eruin?"
"Yes, my lord, that is the emblem of the white lion."
"White Lion Corps?" Ma Ruoli shook his head in disbelief: "No, although the intelligence says that there are soldiers from the White Lion Corps among the Eruins staying in Fattan Harbor, and the White Lion Corps are indeed Egyptians. The Ruin’s strongest legion, but it is far from reaching this level. It must be the Yankee’s antagonistic formation, or simply disguised by the Buga, unless..."
A thought suddenly and irresistibly popped out of his mind.
"Unless what, my lord?"
"Unless it's another army." Ma Ruoli asked seriously: "Are you sure that is the white lion emblem, the Eruin's white lion emblem?"
"I'm just about to talk about this, my lord, that emblem is a little different from the white lion emblem that we have learned. It has a broken sword on it."
"Broken sword?"
Why is there a broken sword on the white lion emblem? Marori was very confused-where did these damn Eruins come from
He suddenly felt that something big was not good.
No matter where the other party is sacred, the other party desperately wants to stay in this place, there must be some attempt. Thinking of the fighting power of the Eruin scout cavalry, he suddenly felt a little bit afraid. The most elite knight commander in the white army of Cruz's first-line legion would feel astonished when facing an Eruin army. Somewhat ridiculous.
But as long as he thinks about more, no, he only needs the same number of Eruin's troops as his knights to come, and he dare not say that he has the confidence to win.
When did the Eruins become so strong
Or is the empire already in decline
Sir Marori suddenly felt a little bit weeping. As a knight, he was not afraid to die on the battlefield, but he knew what kind of secret he had in his hands at the moment. This secret must not fall into the hands of the opponent, no matter the other party. Whether it is a Yankee pretending to be a ghost, or a real Eruin.
He turned his head and saw that the gloomy wizard had the same expression, and they each nodded.
"Prepare for the assault, ignore the harassment of the scout cavalry, as long as anyone dares to stand in the way of the army, crush them. Before night, we must pass through this valley!"
He drew his long sword viciously: "Cruz, the enemy will be destroyed!"
But this time, there was no sound of promise.
The scene was strangely lonely.
Even Marori himself quickly got stuck.
One person with a sword, slowly walked out of the forest, black windbreaker, reflecting the silver moon, the sword in his hand, as if singing softly in the night, trembling slightly, wrapped in a hazy silver light.
There was a wind in the forest, and the black wolf ran and howled on the ridge.
…
Shepherd the wolf walking.
For some reason, this sentence came to Sir Maroly's mind at this moment.
How many times have the ancient legends of witches been regarded as bedside stories by the world, no one takes it seriously anymore, but one day the legends will actually become a reality.
Maruoli never thought that this would be his last thought-a dazzling silver light came on, the speed was so fast, he had seen a large group of knights grow a sword, and that was nothing more than that, where the sword light broke out. The silver thread spread out, this is the power of the element, and he himself has the power of the element, but the element in the body has just begun to resonate with the law, and a majestic force has suppressed it into nothingness.
The absolute suppression of the lower elements by the upper elements under the same realm! Ma Ruoli's face changed drastically. Before he had time to regret it, a silver light had already passed through his chest. A great knight with a majestic elemental realm fell so inexplicably, it was not that he didn't want to avoid this deadly one. Sword, but at that moment he clearly felt that the space around him was fragmented, and every movement of his seemed to have passed through time and time, and he was always fixed at the previous moment, locking him in the eternal and unchanging position of Zhongjian.
Time and space are like a huge shackle, firmly restraining all the possibilities of his dodge.
"This is… "
"Time and space..."
Endless darkness poured into his consciousness, as if he had fallen into a cold abyss. Ma Ruoli felt his body fall down from the earth travel dragon, and the figure of that person in his final vision was rushing between his hands. , The sword light in his hand is like a line that divides everything, cutting the knights of the empire into pieces.
Before he closed his eyes, he knew the identity of the other party.
"Earl Tonigel."
The wizard in the black robe said gloomily, he shuddered slightly, and within a quarter of an hour, dozens of knights had been killed or wounded, and only a few were buried in the mouth of the black wolf, and most of them were In the hands of the young man who died in front of him, the golden-rank knight who had manifested his elements had no room for resistance, as if he was killing a chicken.
This person is really even more terrifying than the rumors.
The strength of the opponent should have crossed the side of truth, but he was so young.
Brando’s gaze fell on the battlefield where the corpses were everywhere, the knights besieging Uta and others in the forest, as well as Marori’s guards, a total of seventy-one people, including the six who died in the hands of Uta and others. There should be no fish slipping through the net, and the guy in front of him should be the last one to live.
Of course, it is not always true to say that it is alive, because there are some dead things in this world that can exist upright in the sun.
A pack of black wolves are gathering at the edge of the forest. On the back of the tallest male wolf, a black-haired girl with a cardamom age is sitting, watching with interest what is happening in front of her eyes. The killing is reflected in her black jewel-like pupils. It's like an exquisite game.
Brando glanced in that direction and frowned, then he turned around: "Necromancer?"
The black-robed wizard did not dare to do anything, and nodded silently.
"I only have one question, how many undead troops are operating in this area, do they only go to Valachi?"
These are two questions. The black-robed wizard slandered in his heart, but he never dared to say this sentence, so he had to answer honestly: "Many, some undead are awakened from the crypt of the cultists. There are many such things in this area. Some of the tombs in Alkhash came from Alkhash. Only a part of these undead went to Varachi, and the other part had to stay in Wayne. The ancient battlefield in the Alkhash Mountains was a natural kingdom of the dead, and his Majesty was very interested in it."
"Your Majesty? Which Majesty?"
"Naturally is'our' majesty."
"Are you from Madara?"
Feeling the murderous aura on Brando, the black-robed wizard took a step back in fear: "My Lord Earl, I know what you want to do. I can help you sneak into Wayne. You can't kill me..."
Brando pointed to the distance and said, "Did you see that woman? Her name is Kou Hua, the daughter of Esis. Even if I don't kill you, you won't be able to leave here alive. Besides, the white lion is not afraid of death. , But the blood will not flow in vain—"
"No!" The soul fire under the black robe wizard's hood suddenly burned. It raised its bone staff, and was about to launch a spell of death, but before that, a sharp sword had already pierced it. The chest, passing between the gray flames leaping between the ribs.
The shriveled body of the black-robed sorcerer seemed to lose weight all of a sudden and slumped down. The soul fire under his hood flickered twice, as if he couldn't believe that the young man in front of him was very conscious of manipulating the undead. The secret is not interested at all.