The sun pouring down on the Temple Square was dazzling, and the tip of the pierced spear was shining with snow. Haruze, holding a long sword, stood bloody on the steps of Fusha Temple, clenching tightly. The jaws stand tall. The summer breeze blew the long flag on the spire of the temple, the golden flame holy emblem was gleaming, and the petals of the snow-like silver tree floated down one after another.
The imperial army is rushing into the square, and the defensive circle of the White Lion Guard is gradually shrinking.
But never go back—
"Haruze! Stand up and do it again!" The sister's voice was majestic and gentle, full of irresistible power. She put her soft and cold hand on his forehead and looked at his eyes carefully, every word. Suddenly said: "You are the only man in the Corcovado family. You have no choice but to take on your responsibilities and obligations! You are a king, and your blood should be for the Corcova family and the royal family. And flow, flow for the promise of your people."
"The so-called king is the one who bleeds first—"
In the chaotic screams, a knight of the white lion guard seemed to be anxiously shouting from the distant sky to his thoughts: "Your Royal Highness, please go back...Here, it can't be held anymore."
The hair band broke at some point, a long silver hair was flying in the wind, and the hair flew across the blood-stained face, and a smile burst out on the princess-like princess's firm and feminine face. Haruze looked down at the bloody knight and smiled slightly: "I can't retreat... because we will win immediately... I believe the teacher, he will do it."
"Can-"
The long sword pointed forward, and the tip of the sword shone a little under the sun.
Haruze slowly flattened the spine of the sword, his eyes formed a straight line with it, and his slightly childish face was almost holy solemn: "Yes, today I am Princess Fusha, and today, I will also Lead you to victory!—Listen well, the Cruz people don’t have time to unfold in the future, take advantage of them not to stand firm, and follow me to capture their left wing!"
"Your Royal Highness, you must not take risks!"
"Why not?" Haruze replied, looking back, pressing one hand to his chest: "Here is the blood of the royal family. It flows for the throne. One day the royal flower withers and withers, but the stars of the ancient kings will rise. , Shines on Eru forever."
This is the claw of the white lion, the tooth of the white lion...
This is the wings of the white lion, the brilliance of the white lion...
This is the soul of the white lion, the pride of the white lion.
The tension on the faces of the young knights turned to sacred. They had a tune from the ancients, sad and majestic, yet impassioned. This is the belief that Brando and the former king Eck passed to them, as if they were passing through. The sustenance of distant time and space allows people to see the truth and belief behind everything.
"Come with me, my knights, I am with you and fight with you."
"Your Royal Highness, you are with us, we are fighting side by side—" The knight's response was low and majestic.
An epic poem was being written on the battlefield, and the Eruin suddenly moved and launched a swift attack. On the square, countless White Lion Guard knights cheered like a mountain. They praised and chanted "Long live the White Lion, long live the princess, and long live Eruin" to the imperial guard infantry lined up in an array. Launched a desperate charge.
They were so excited, and so indifferent, and so regarded death as home, as if what they were about to face was not death, but the supreme glory.
The Cruz people were blinded. They found that the eyes of their enemies were flashing crazy colors. They rushed into the forest of spears one after another, between the rows of shield walls, letting the spear pierce their bodies, But still attacked the imperial army behind the shield wall.
The imperial army's line was loosened, and when they reacted, the White Lion Guard had already knocked a huge hole in their array. When the commander of the White Legion saw this scene, his mind was broken-they had not had time to unfold, the weakness of the left wing was caught by the opponent-but he did not expect that the Eruin would be so decisive, and he used his life to get out of desperation. Seized this only opportunity among them.
This opportunity is about to ruin everything.
The Hong Kong Guards who were watching this scene were also dumbfounded. They witnessed a Jedi counterattack. The retreating side was a legendary legend, the Anderson Legion, the pale wolf in the wilderness, the white of the empire, and the Eluin. A miracle is being created, and this miracle will spread across the entire continent in an instant-the empire is defeated, in front of the Eruin.
Almost just after a moment of hesitation, all the Hong Kong Guards howled and joined the counterattack. They only understood one thing in their hearts. After today, the two sides participating in this battle will surely be famous all over the world.
It will witness the rise of a legion.
And at this moment, the glory belongs to Eruin—
…
The snow is heavy, the snow is thick, the steps are staggering, the sweat seems to blur the vision, the lungs seem to be pierced in a nail, the hot pain, the hair sticks to the cheeks sticky, the vision is heavy as if anytime Will go to sleep.
But only the hand still held the sword tremblingly—
when!
With a cold light, the sword in his hand flew out, swirling and falling into the snow, splashing a handful of snowflakes.
Before he could react, a violent force came from his chest, and his sight was stunned. The person had lifted off the ground and fell heavily on the snow. The cold melted snow water flowed down from the forehead and slid down the nose to the tip of the chin. On my son, the clothes were already wet, cold to the heart.
"Stand up," a cold voice called with some disappointment: "Do it again!"
For some reason, tears burst into his eyes.
"Don't cry, Haruze!"
Haruze raised his head with tearful eyes and saw the person standing in front of him clearly. His sister was standing tall and valiant, wearing a thin armed uniform, holding a long sword, and standing in the heavy snow. Here is..., he turned his head subconsciously, and stood a tall figure under the minions of the scorched old oak tree, wearing a wide and thick cloak, behind the snow in the sky, nodded to promise.
"You are not as strong as your sister, but you will become a good king someday and protect your sister. She loves you very much."
The teardrops rolled down like a broken thread.
"Haruze, you are a man, don't cry!"
"I won't cry!"
Haruze leaped up crying and rolled to the side to grab his sword in the snowdrift, but he had just had time to touch the cold of the hilt, and a huge force was already pressing down on his head. Subconsciously raising his sword to parry, there was a harsh metal rubbing sound, and the huge force almost made him back again and again. He raised his head and found that the scenery in front of him had changed.
He is holding a saber and is crossing the sword of the earth in the hands of his teacher Brando. The ground is the thick red carpet of the Valhalla Palace. The light and shadow in the palace are intertwined, and Brando is dressed in light gray between the lights and shadows. The earl's coat was looking up at him calmly, and said every word:
"Haruze, what you can do depends on what you want to do. Swordsmanship is different from magic. It is a manifestation of confidence in a person's heart."
"teacher… "
"Can you beat yourself?"
"I… "
"Then try another sword."
The dark blade pushed aside his sword and stabbed him at a tricky angle, like a poisonous snake. Haruze just remembered this move, and quickly turned the long sword to block Brando's attack once again. The two swords intersected with a clear cry.
After a sword, Haruze took a step forward subconsciously, trying to attack, but he suddenly realized something, and suddenly stopped, blankly stunned.
Brando put away the sword of the earth and laughed.
"Haruze, everyone will eventually learn to make a sword."
"The sword will be broken, the swordsman will die, but they will not fail. Once you have the sword, you will have no doubt to win—"
The eye foreground is staggered and blurred.
In a phantom, he seemed to see his sister's tall figure again, Yingying standing beside his father. It is the ghost of many times. The background is the bright spring day, the gentle summer night, the autumn with falling leaves, and the snow-covered winter. The scene is in Winterjaw Castle, in Summer Palace, in Jinteng Palace, turning back and forth repeatedly, as if Brewing the sourness and sweetness of time; he saw himself falling again and again, getting up from the ground again and again, he saw disappointed shaking his head, and also saw the promised nod, the final picture was fixed in the square of Fusha Temple Above—
He saw that he led the knights to charge towards the front of the empire, the spears were shining, the battle flags were flying, and the ancient heroic spirits surrounded the battlefield, singing and chanting.
He saw the energetic, confident and firm self, the "Her Royal Highness" who seemed to be the Valkyrie, as if he saw a self who stood opposite him, completely opposite.
"Haruze, this mortal world is like a huge stage. One day, everyone will find their own position on it."
"You don't have to be discouraged for your weakness, because you haven't seen the pride hidden in your heart."
"People who are truly inactive will not be disappointed in themselves..."
"You will stand proudly in the center of the stage, and I will be proud of you."
Haruze didn't know whether he was still crying, whether he should cry, the long sword in his hand also fell, disappearing in the darkness.
Everything is plunged into darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, the shadow of the person in the blurry vision, hot chest pain, he was vaguely heard someone shouting in surprise: "Your Royal Highness is awake!" Then there was a panic, and his consciousness relaxed. , Actually fainted again. When he woke up again, the setting sun was already falling. At twilight, the setting sun drifted on the sea and filled the entire Fusha Square with a fire-like sunset.
The imperial army had already retreated. At this moment, the entire Fattan Harbor was peaceful. Although there was still smoke in the direction of the city, the flag of the half-faced White Legion was no longer visible. The soldiers told'her' with full reverence. Just after he led the knights to repel the last attack of the White Legion, the Imperial Army somehow withdrew from the city. Almost everyone attributed this miracle to'she'. , Calling'she' the'Miracle Princess of Fattan Harbor'.
But only Haruze knew: The teacher did it. He really persuaded the opposing army commander to surrender. The battle has already been won. After this battle, the white lion stood proudly.
Haruze sat quietly on the steps, the setting sun pulled his shadow long and thick, leaning on the square, and others did not dare to disturb'her'. The knights both admired and willingly did it. Their princess stands guard.
Before long, a soldier brought Brando's transmission crystal and said to Haruze: "Your Royal Highness, Lord Lord said he wants to see you."
Haruze nodded to him.
Soon, Brando's image appeared on the crystal.
Brando looked at the blood-covered'His Royal Highness', and shook his head very relievedly: "Is the injury serious?"
"Not serious, teacher."
"Fortunately, it is not serious, otherwise your sister will definitely kill me."
"Teacher, I'm sorry..."
"It's good to know that you are wrong. If you really die here, the royal party must have determined that I am a powerful minister who wants to seize the throne." Brando joked.
"Teacher, I know you are not—"
"Because you know, you can't give up your life easily," Brando became serious: "Haruze, this matter can be big or small, but Eluin must not fall into suspicion and civil strife again. , You have to be responsible for this, and you have to be responsible for this kingdom! So you have to think twice about your behavior, recklessness is not a quality that a good leader should have!"
"But, teacher, I have considered it seriously. You said that I should become a banner. Under the circumstances at that time, if I choose to retreat, then we will definitely lose the Port of Fattan and the Port of Fattan. , Is our victory still meaningful?"
"It doesn't make sense—" Brando replied categorically.
Haruze was stunned. He already regretted his words. He never dared to refute his teacher, especially when he did something wrong, but he didn't know why these words just blurted out. As if without the brain. It's just that before he had time to regret it, Brando's answer surprised him even more.
He never dreamed that Brando instead of reproaching him for it, but applauding him instead.
"Because your choice is right," Brando suddenly smiled: "Haruze, you are the best crown prince I have ever seen, and also my best student. I am proud of you."
Haruze opened his mouth slightly, and he didn't know when a warm current surged in his heart, as if he were in an unreal world, and it took a long time before he replied in a daze, "Teacher...Thank you."
"You should thank your sister and yourself," Brando shook his head. "Remember what I said to you?"
Haruze nodded heavily.
The king does not need a long sword, because he has pride in his heart—