The sword was inserted into the meadow between the wilderness and the sky. The blade was as bright as autumn water. The white ribbon with the crescent moon emblem wrapped around the hilt of the sword was twirling in the wind, swaying slightly as if it was in his memory.
His wise and deep eyes squinted slightly as he looked with interest at the wide almond-shaped field of vision between heaven and earth. A white cloak covered his body, and under the cloak, a pair of rough hands held a black scabbard. He stood upright like a majestic lion.
"My King, it's late."
The old man smiled and turned back to ask calmly, "Krentel, guess what I'm looking at?"
"Beyond this grassland, forward, and forward to the land of Erouine."
"Erouine, that's the land that we will protect with our lives. But I'm looking at my sword, Krentel. " The old man retracted his gaze. The sword looked unique and slender in the wilderness, but it was able to support the world.
"Your sword?"
"I'm thinking, thousands of years later, will anyone still pick up this sword, wipe away the dust on it, and remember our oath? Will our descendants be able to withstand the test of time? Do you think Erouine will exist for a long time? "
"Erouine will exist for a long time, Your Majesty."
"But time flies. What if one day our descendants forget the promise we made today? The people of Cruz also had the glory of their ancestors, but they have long stopped picking up everything. Maybe one day, the people of Erouine will do the same. "
"Your Majesty."
"I don't want Erouine, Krentel."
The old man's grayish-blue eyes reflected the shadows of the clouds, and his soft gray hair stuck to the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Time had left too heavy a mark on him. The old man felt that the flame in his heart was burning to its end, but at this moment, it seemed to be glowing again.
He had seen too many wars, too many sufferings, and too many people who were close to him sacrificed on this land. He closed his eyes, and the scenes of the past were like a golden scroll. It was as if they had left Cruz's land for the first time at dusk under the setting sun.
That was where it all began.
"What I want is not Erouine and Krentel, but the soul and belief of this land. I want this voice to be passed on forever. I want the resistance and pursuit of Erouine to never be forgotten. I want its nobles to always remember their duty …"
"Krentel."
"Remember, if one day the people of Erouine really forget all of this, then this sword will return to where it came from, and it will no longer protect this country."
In that case, the sword would return to where it came from.
"Your Majesty, Erouine has really forgotten everything."
"It's only been two hundred years."
"This land will no longer bear the burden of that perfect ideal —"
But today, the sword had returned.
The sword in Krentel's eyes was emitting endless golden light. It was trembling in the girl's hand as if it had been reborn. It was trembling excitedly and could break out of the box at any moment.
Krentel suddenly felt that his tears were gushing out uncontrollably, although he had stopped crying a long time ago.
But those were the tears in his heart.
Your Majesty, do you see? Someone picked up this sword, wiped away the dust on it, and remembered our oath. Therefore, he felt that belief again. After being forgotten for centuries, the glorious flag returned to Erouine.
Brando also looked at the Leo Sword in Freya's hand.
At that moment, he heard the sound of the sword — like a landslide or a tsunami, as if a huge voice was reverberating and narrating. He seemed to see the glorious era and the two elongated figures in the lonely wilderness.
The sword was fulfilling the oath …
Would Erouine exist for a long time?
Erouine will exist for a long time, Your Majesty.
"What happened, Freya?" Maynild asked loudly.
Everyone was stunned by the intense light that suddenly emitted from Freya's sword.
"I don't know, I don't know!" Freya stared at the trembling sword in her hand, dumbfounded. It seemed to have come alive and was responding to something. "It, it seems to have felt something …"
The whole of Ampere Seale shook —
Forster rushed out of the tent like a madman. The entire command post of the White Lion Legion was shrouded in a loud buzzing sound. In the camp, everyone involuntarily stopped and raised their heads to look in one direction.
Right in the middle of the camp.
The huge White Lion War Flag was emitting an incomparably dazzling light. The war flag stood tall in the wind and rain. The white lion on the flag seemed to have come alive at this moment, baring its fangs and claws.
"The glorious flag …" Forster was suddenly stunned.
He seemed to have understood something and looked towards the west in a daze.
Knight Captain Cullen of the fourth column of the White Lion Legion was also looking in the same direction. In the wind and rain, an army he had never seen before was slowly passing through the curtain of rain and arriving in front of him.
There seemed to be singing in the rain.
"I swear an oath before this sword —"
"I swear to lead my people away from slaughter and strife, away from the arrogance and greed of the nobles."
"I swear to not repeat this cold-blooded mistake. I will make the nobles of the new kingdom follow the spirit of the Knight — fair and strict, upright and brave, benevolent and generous."
'I swear that I will do so today, and every day will be the same.'
Silver elven helmets bathed in the rain. The white lion on their shoulders seemed to have walked out of the legends. The sword in their hands was five feet long and as wide as a palm. There was the mark of a lion's heart on the hilt. They wore heavy armor and a scaled skirt.
At this moment, the legend and reality overlapped.
The army that slowly walked out of the rain hit the softest part of the hearts of the White Lion Legion in an instant. It was as if they had walked out of a brilliant historical story, and even had the mysterious and magical aura of a fairy tale. The army that only existed in legends had appeared in front of them.
It was their predecessors.
Their history.
Their pride.
The White Lion Legion's Praetorian Legion.
But now, it was their enemy.
Therefore, they had violated their oath. The glory they claimed to have inherited from King Erik was about to be washed away. The legendary army was about to remove the laurels from their heads.
Everyone could not help but take a step back subconsciously.
It was the legend they had heard countless times from the stories that had accompanied them as they grew up. It was the legend that had strengthened their beliefs. Although the White Lion Legion walked silently in the rain, it was only half a platoon. All of the soldiers in the White Lion Legion were veterans. They could calculate the number of people in the enemy with just a glance.
Forty-five.
But so what?
Knight Cullen felt his palms sweating. Ever since he became a Knight, he had never lost the courage to hold his sword before facing his opponent. But the honor of a soldier did not allow him to abandon his sword and surrender. Moreover, the fear was only a momentary illusion.
Cullen reacted instantly. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "What a disgrace! Where did this clown come from? How dare he disguise himself as the White Lion Legion?"
His voice spread far and wide in the rain.
"The White Lion Legion?" The army stopped, and the commander was clearly taken aback.
Now was the time. Grabbing the fleeting opportunity, Cullen raised his sword. "White Lion Legion, fourth column, listen to my command. Attack! Destroy these fanatics who blaspheme King Erik! "
The soldiers of the White Lion Legion roared in unison. It was as if this was the only thing that could dispel the doubts in their hearts. Just like how their ancestors and comrades had charged at Cruz's cavalry on the highlands, for the first time in thousands of years, they charged at Erouine's people.
The horn of the White Lion Legion echoed for a long time.
The melodious sound contained the long and glorious history of this legendary army. Every time they charged forward, they had never met a worthy opponent. It was not because they were invincible, but because they were indomitable.
In front of the White Lion Legion, no enemy could make them tremble in fear.
Because this was the courage of a lion.
This was the belief that King Erik had given them.
The soldiers unsheathed their swords. There were only two hundred of them, but they carried the aura of a thousand men. The White Lion Legion's flag advanced in the rain. Their formation was as tight as a sharp blade, sweeping across the battlefield. However, it was not only discipline that maintained this sharp blade, but also faith.
For the first time today, the hand holding the sword felt sluggish.
"It really is the White Lion Legion." Carglise suddenly felt that this was an illusion of fate. It was as if an invisible hand had arranged for them to meet, and this meeting was eternal.
However, he also understood what it meant to have an unexpected enemy formation on the battlefield.
"There's a change in the situation." The young commander decided to meet up with the lord immediately. But before that, they were blocked by another army called the White Lion Legion.
He unsheathed his sword.
Cullen gripped his sword tightly as well.
"Listen to my command —!"
"White Lion Legion!" In the pouring rain, two orders were shouted at the same time. Carglise had expected this, but Cullen felt as if he had been shot by a sharp arrow.
In front of him, the strange yet familiar army suddenly sped up.
Although their heavy armor dragged the ground and their swords accompanied them, it was as if every one of them had the terrifying aura of a galloping horse. The ground trembled, and the green slabs on the long street were slightly tilted up.
"Infantry Knight."
Cullen's palms turned white. This was the legendary Infantry Knight. The White Lion Legion's armor was surrounded by a green wind. The White Lion Legion had lost this forging technique after the Battle of Lune. This was the core technique of the Half-plate Wind Empress, a secret technique that allowed heavy armor to be as light as a light armor.
They were all magic armors.
The soldiers of the White Lion Legion felt oppressed. Since the end of the Holy War, or two centuries, Erouine had never had an army like this. But the key was the indomitable aura of the two legions.
If there was anything different, it was that the other party seemed to have a kind of perseverance that they did not have. They could see the pride and glory of being a soldier, but there was something in the other party's sparkling eyes under the mask that they had never seen before.
Perseverance.
And pursuit.
The two armies were only a hair's breadth apart. The veterans of the White Lion Legion were fearless. They even felt a little ashamed. It was not the glory of the White Lion Legion to fight with numbers. But this did not stop them from raising their swords. Their hearts were filled with determination.
The experience they had gained from hundreds and thousands of battles allowed them to deal with all kinds of unexpected situations coldly and calmly.
But an accident really did happen.
There were still ten meters to go.
The heavily armored White Lion Legion raised their two-handed swords. The swords were five feet long and as wide as a palm. There was a lion's heart mark on the hilt and three claw marks on the blade. It was the legendary Sword of the Lion. But Cullen saw that the swords in the hands of the enemy were glowing slightly.
"Not good …" An ominous thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Dodge!" The captain of the Knight tried to salvage the situation at the last moment, but it was too late. All of a sudden, Carglise and his White Lion Guards raised their swords and slashed in unison.
They slashed in unison.
A full moon of water flew out from the swords and formed a water curtain that spread forward on the long street.
There was a faint flash of white light in the water curtain.
It was like a perfect arc.
The arc moved forward and crossed a distance of ten meters. It was like a sparkling wave.
The frontline soldiers of the White Lion Legion's fourth column fell to the ground as if they had hit an invisible wall. Moments later, they screamed in agony. Blood dyed the rain red and spread across the street. Even the stone slabs were stained with the color of blood.
"The White Raven Sword Technique, this is impossible …"
"No, it was earlier … This should be …"
"The Sword Technique of the Wind Empress, the White Lion's Fang …" Cullen's heart sank.
There was an orderly clatter as the White Lion Guards sheathed their large swords. The entire army was like a single entity. At that moment, the countless scenes of history began to overlap in front of the White Lion Legion like chaotic fragments.
The past, the present, the legends, the stories, the glory, the victories, and the defeats. Countless memories flowed through their hearts like a quiet river.
That was the White Lion Legion.
But this name no longer belonged to them.
It was as if there was a loud voice between heaven and earth. "Today, I will take your crown because you have deviated from the path of glory —"
It was the voice of King Erik.
At the same moment.
Suddenly, Carglise raised his head. His eyes were filled with disbelief. To be precise, everyone present stopped what they were doing. The air seemed to be filled with a heavy pressure. Even the flow of the wind and water became viscous.
Everyone felt a great pressure.
There was a resonance in their bodies.
Swords and oaths.
Resonance.
With a loud bang, Forster saw a golden beam of light shoot up from the banner. In just a moment, another beam of light rose from the east.
Two beams of light intertwined in the morning sky.
Foster did not speak for a long time because he knew —
It was the Lionheart Sword.
King Erik's sword.
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