Time was like a ghost in the forest, quietly passing by minute by minute.
"Sister, what is this place?"
Jutta widened her eyes in fear. She realized that she was not holding a sword, but a soft hand. The owner of the hand was looking at her with a tilted head. The owner of the hand was looking at her with a pair of green eyes. Her black hair was draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing a white robe. Her bare feet stepped on the thick green moss like a fairy in the forest.
"Sister?"
"Otis?"
"This is …"
The nightmarish memories from ten years ago came back to her.
"No, Otis, don't stop. Run!"
Jutta suddenly felt that her hand was empty. Her sister disappeared like a reflection in the water. What replaced her sister was a ray of light in the darkness. It was the tip of a sword. The illusion in front of her made her shiver. She raised the White Lion Sword in her hand. 'Clang!' The two swords clashed. Sparks flew everywhere. Jutta was caught off guard and took a step back.
The Knight of Cruz in full armor was also startled. Under the metal mask, a muffled voice came out. "White Lion Sword … Erouine's people?"
She was distracted.
Jutta broke out in cold sweat. She never thought that she would make such a fatal mistake in battle. Although the continuous battles had already made her physically and mentally exhausted, and the legend said that people would see their past before they died. Was this the sign of death?
She gasped for breath.
Seven or eight swords came stabbing at her. When she was in her best condition, she had to use all her strength to fight against one of them.
In the darkness, the forest was burning …
The Knight in white robes with a sun emblem on his chest came out of the darkness. The slave traders fell under the shining swords in their hands. However, there were also slaves who panicked and fell under the hooves of their horses. The Knight showed no mercy and trampled on the mountain people and the Senia people. The sound of the fire burning with the wind, the sound of buildings collapsing, angry roars, and cries mixed together.
She and her sister, who was also naked, hid under a shabby tent. The tent was filled with the stench of urine and feces. However, she really hoped that she could hide in this small space forever.
The dancing shadows in the darkness were retreating. Through the tent, she could see the shadows of swords and blood.
A longsword finally found an opportunity to break through her defenses and pierced her shoulder. Crimson blood gushed out, and the excruciating pain made Jana feel as if the scene in front of her had overlapped with the scene from decades ago. Seven or eight knights surrounded her, their swords gleaming coldly. Their eyes were vigilant, and they did not give her any chance to perish together with them.
Then, she felt a sword in her lower abdomen. Her strength seemed to be draining away. She half-knelt on the ground. The Knight of Cruz who surrounded her were like wolves in the forest waiting for an opportunity to strike.
They were the wolves. In Braggs, in that summer night in the Stag Forest.
The wolves howled softly. Their red eyes were hidden under the night sky. She used one hand to protect her sister, Otis. Her entire body was covered in wounds. The pain seemed to have numbed her nerves. One of her eyes was covered in blood, but she still stared fiercely at those beasts. She was even more ferocious than any of them.
She had been on the run for a long time. It felt like she was going to die at any moment. But every time, she miraculously survived. Because she could not give up. For her sister.
"You are called Ovitia. Little girl, you are a villager, right?"
"This is my grandson. His name is Brando."
"No, there are some things about you that he will never have. People who live a good life will never understand these things."
"You want to learn swordsmanship from me?" The old man smiled. "I'm afraid not. But I can recommend you to a place. That person might protect you for my sake."
But her sister was still dead.
Because she was too weak.
Even after so many years, she still could not protect her.
Jutta could not help but cry. The tears washed away the blood and flowed down her cheeks like a stream mixed with blood. She hated the people who brought injustice to this world. She hated the nobles who did nothing but pushed the evil from behind. She hated everyone's indifference. She hated everything that was old. But she could not do anything. Otis's death seemed to be inevitable. She could not change it, nor could she fight back.
Even though she often cursed with her teeth clenched, she did not know whether she was cursing her own weakness or the people who caused all this.
A Cruz Knight walked in front of her. The metal armor made creaking sounds as he raised his sword.
She had become a Knight.
She was already a member of the nobles.
But what was she fighting for?
The Lord and the Princess were changing everything. Was it really the world that her sister wanted?
Facing the sharp sword that flashed with cold light, Jutta was at a loss for a moment.
…
"Erouine's people?"
When he heard the name, Sir Marory also felt a chill down his spine. "Why are they here? Aren't they at Fattan Port? That place is more than a hundred miles away from here. Could it be that their spies are already here? Do they know something? "
He asked a series of questions in a row.
It was obvious that the Knight who sent the message could not answer these questions. He could not even answer any of the questions. They were also inexplicably surprised. They originally thought that it was the army of the nobles in the north, or the army of the Flower Territory. This answer was beyond their expectations.
Moreover, why were these Erouine's people so strong? The combat power of this cavalry scout was beyond their most optimistic estimation of the weak country. Even their Knights on the plateau could not resist the White Legion, let alone delay the more elite Knights of the White Legion.
They only had less than ten people.
Where did this Erouine's army come from? Who were they? Countless questions emerged in Sir Marory's heart.
"Did you see their emblem clearly? Are they really Erouine's people?"
"Yes, sir. That is the White Lion emblem."
"The White Lion Legion?" Sir Marory shook his head in disbelief. "No, although the intelligence said that there are indeed soldiers of the White Lion Legion among the Erouine's people who stayed at Fattan Port, and the White Lion Legion is indeed the strongest legion of the Erouine's people, but it is far from this level. This must be a trap set by the northerners, or simply a disguise by the Bugas, unless …"
An idea suddenly emerged in his mind uncontrollably.
"Unless what, sir?"
"Unless it is another army." Sir Marory asked with some seriousness, "Are you sure that is the White Lion emblem, the White Lion emblem of the Erouine's people?"
"I was just about to say this, sir. That emblem is a little different from the White Lion emblem we have learned. There is a broken sword on it."
"Broken sword?"
Why would there be a broken sword on the White Lion emblem? Sir Marory was very confused. Where did these damn Erouine's people come from?
He suddenly felt that something was wrong.
No matter who the other party was, they must have some ulterior motive for trying so hard to keep him in this place. When he thought of the fighting power of the Erouine's cavalry scouts, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. The Knight Captain of the most elite Knight Regiment in the Cruz Frontline Legion, the White Legion, was actually scared in the face of an Erouine's army. It was a little ridiculous.
But as soon as he thought of more, no, as long as the same number of Erouine's Knights under his command came, he dared not say that he had the confidence to win.
When did the Erouine's people become so strong?
Or had the Empire fallen to such a state?
Sir Marory suddenly felt a little sad. As a Knight, he was not afraid of dying on the battlefield, but he knew what kind of secret he was holding at the moment. This secret must not fall into the hands of the enemy, whether the other party was the northerners pretending to be mysterious, or the real Erouine's people.
He looked back and saw that the gloomy wizard also had the same expression. They both nodded.
"Prepare to attack. Don't pay attention to the harassment of the cavalry scouts. As long as anyone dares to block the path of the army, crush them. Before nightfall, we must pass through this valley!"
He fiercely pulled out his long sword. "Cruz, destroy all enemies you see!"
But this time, there was no roaring sound of agreement.
The scene was a little strange.
Even Ma Ruoli himself was at a loss for words.
A man with a sword slowly walked out of the forest. His black windbreaker reflected the silver moonlight. The sword in his hand seemed to be singing softly under the night sky. It trembled slightly, and a trace of hazy silver light was twined around it.
The wind rose in the forest, and black wolves ran on the ridge and howled.
…
Herding wolves.
For some reason, this sentence appeared in Sir Marory's mind at this moment.
Once upon a time, the ancient legends of the witches were regarded as bedtime stories by the world, and no one took them seriously. But one day, the legends would become reality.
Sir Marory did not think that this would be his last thought. A dazzling silver light lit up. It was so fast that he had seen the Grand Captain of the Knight regiment use his sword. But at the place where the sword light exploded, silver lines spread out. This was the power of Elemental Powers. He himself also controlled the power of Elemental Powers, but just as the Elemental Powers in his body began to resonate with the Laws, a majestic force had already suppressed it into nothingness.
Under the same realm, a superior Elemental Powers had absolute suppression over a inferior Elemental Powers! Sir Marory's expression changed dramatically. Before he had time to regret, a silver light had already pierced through his chest. A great Knight of the Elemental Powers had died so inexplicably. It was not that he did not want to avoid this fatal strike, but at that moment, he clearly felt that the space around him was fragmented. His every movement seemed to have been rewound by time, forever frozen in the previous moment, locking him in the eternal position of the sword.
Time and space were like a huge shackle, firmly clamping down on all possibilities of evasion.
"This is …"
"Time and space …"
Endless darkness poured into his consciousness, as if falling into a cold abyss. Sir Marory felt his body fall from the Drake. The last thing he saw was the figure of the man rampaging among his subordinates. The sword light in his hand was like a line that cut through everything, cutting the Imperial Knight into pieces.
Before he closed his eyes, he already knew the identity of the other party.
"Count Tónigel."
The wizard in the black robe said gloomily, trembling slightly. In less than a quarter of an hour, dozens of Knights had been killed or injured. Only a few of them died in the mouths of the black wolves, and most of them died at the hands of the young man in front of him. The Elemental Awakened Gold-ranked Knight had no room to resist, as if he was slaughtering a chicken.
This person was even more terrifying than the rumors said.
The other party's strength should have already surpassed the Elemental Enlightenment, but he was so young.
Brando's gaze fell on the battlefield full of corpses. The Knight besieging Jutta and the others in the forest, as well as Ma Ruoli's guards, a total of 71 people, including the six who died at the hands of Jutta and the others. There should not be any fish that escaped the net, and the guy in front of him should be the last one alive.
Of course, it was not entirely correct to say that he was alive, because there were some dead things in this world that could exist openly under the sun.
A pack of black wolves was gathering at the edge of the forest. On the back of the tallest male wolf, a black-haired girl was sitting. She was watching everything that was happening in front of her with great interest. The massacre was reflected in her black gem-like pupils, just like an exquisite game.
Brando glanced in that direction, frowned, and then he turned back, "Necromancer?"
The black-robed wizard did not dare to be rash and nodded silently.
"I only have one question. How many undead armies are moving in this area? Do they only go to the Lache of Wa?"
These were two questions, the black-robed wizard thought to himself, but he did not dare to say it out loud. He could only answer honestly, "Many. Some undead were awakened from the tombs of the cultists. There are many such tombs in this area, and some came from Alkash. Only a portion of these undead went to the Lache of Wa, and the rest stayed in Wayne. The ancient battlefield in the Alkash mountains is a natural kingdom of the undead, and His Majesty is very interested in it. "
"His Majesty? Which His Majesty? "
"Our Majesty, of course."
"You're from Madara?"
The black-robed wizard felt the murderous aura from Brando and took a step back in fear. "Count, I know what you want to do. I can help you sneak into Wayne, you can't kill me …"
Brando pointed into the distance and said, "Do you see that woman? She's Ko Hua, Échis' daughter. Even if I don't kill you, you can't leave here alive. Besides, although White Lion is not afraid of death, his blood will not flow in vain — "
"No!" The soulfire under the black-robed wizard's hood suddenly burned fiercely. He raised his bone staff and was about to cast a spell to perish together with Link, but before he could do that, a sharp sword had already pierced through his chest, passing through the grayish-white flames between his ribs.
The black-robed wizard's shriveled body seemed to have lost its weight and collapsed. The soulfire under his hood flickered twice, as if he could not believe that the young man in front of him was not at all interested in the secrets of controlling the undead.
…
(PS: Happy New Year to everyone —)
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