Vol 3 Chapter 220

Act 220: Sword Against Fate (Part 1)

The shouting and killing shook the world.

As if the black feather arrows covered the sky, the uncountable undead on the red earth swarmed past him, and it was said behind him that it was the tragic, desperate, or angry shout of human beings. Freya tried to turn back, But he couldn't move. Then the girl saw a knight covered with white phosphorus flames sitting on the skeleton warrior and walking towards herself. The other side looked down at her. The burning flame of eyes had been revisited every night this week.

But the dream was so real, Freya was so nervous she couldn't speak, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"You shouldn't have woke up. The fate of Valkyrie's descendants is too heavy," said the hoarse, cavalier voice of the Cavaliers. "Don't take everything for your unrealistic beliefs."

The knight raised his long sword: "Back away, otherwise you will have no way back!" This voice sounded like a stern warning, its hand moved forward, and the cold sword edge pierced her heart.

"Ah-" Freya screamed in shock, and sat up coldly from the bed. She couldn't help covering her chest and panting lightly. This nightmare that had tortured her every day didn't know when she got caught up in her. Freya didn't know if it was some kind of omen or because of the recent training pressure. .

She felt her heart pounding, but the rapid footsteps in the corridor outside quickly overwhelmed it. The dim light made Freya realize that she had returned to reality. The footsteps outside should be the knights who passed the news-since the war in the south began, there have been many times more people transmitting information every day. I was attracted by this sudden war, and even forgot that the kingdom itself was on the verge of civil war, because everyone knew that the dukes in the north would not drive Amperse south until the ice and snow had melted, By comparison, Dennell's war was more like what Overwell was joking about as an "appetizer before dinner."

This appetizer is a great irony for the Eruin aristocracy itself, but the aristocracy seems to disapprove and waits cheerfully to let Denel the tiger have a few teeth left. For most people, this question is about how many counts are left for Earl Denel, and of course, not everyone at King's Cavaliers College believes Brando can win. At least Freya waits nervously for news from the front line every day.

The messenger walked through the long corridor and through the courtyard behind the dormitory. News about the war would first be delivered to Princess Griffin. The half-elf princess read indifferently a few lines on this thin parchment, then put it down-the news that Palas's army and the 'rebels' had fought, but nothing substantial progress.

"One or two more days," Griffin thought to herself, and said to the messenger, "copy a few copies and give them to some other adults."

"Do you need to bring other adults over?"

"No need, there will be a competitive competition for the Winter Puppet Moon and a hunting event in the winter twilight. Please help me prepare. I will go and see for myself."

The courier bowed.

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‘Foxy Fox’ Macaroo could n’t help shaking his head and chuckling after reading the information in his hand. He wanted to put the information on top of the pile of documents on the desk beside him, but after thinking about it, he stopped and recovered the original movement, and took the thin parchment paper out of his room.

With the information in his hand, Macaroo went straight to the Count of Violet's residence, but was stopped by the subordinates to inform his friends that he had already visited the arena of the competition. Only then did Macaroo think that this was the case. Hastily borrowed a carriage to go to the arena of a few miles away.

The Competitive Winter Moon Competition has a long history in Eruin and even the entire south of Cruz. The events include riding, gun shooting and swordplay. Such competitions are mainly to prove to the knights in various regions that they are glorious and young. People are keen on such activities, and people can also satisfy their hero complex in such games. At Kings Knights College, this kind of activity is even more meaningful. College students often fiercely compete for the crown woven from holly leaves in order to prove that they are the best knights of the year.

The preparation for the competition started in the early hours of the morning, and by the morning it was already crowded. But Macaroo was indeed Baal's friend, and it didn't take long for him to find each other in the crowd. The Earl of Violet, also from Lantonilan, is meticulously wearing a purple and silver-edged coat that matches his identity. Three silver leaves on the cuff of the coat represent his identity. He does not wear a hat, but holds a Goblet, a person stands at the highest point of the wooden stand that has just been set up, where the cold wind blows.

Baal saw his friend approaching him, raised his glass and laughed: "Tordo in the fifth or seventh year, I know you don't like it."

"In fact, I don't like any wine," Makaro replied angrily.

"I know, alcohol affects judgment, anyway, I don't judge." Earl Violet spread his hands.

"Have you heard of Tonigel?" Makaro didn't want to tangle with him on this issue.

"You mean the joke about old dogs also having a few teeth?" Baal asked lightly.

"I want to ask how long do you think‘ rebels ’can support?”

"What do you think, don't you think that young man is likely to win?" Baal played with the wine glass: "He has silver elves behind him, and dragons."

"The Silver Elf is just passing by."

"Where's the Dragon?"

"The Dragons will not think that their hasty involvement in human affairs will cause a rebound in the temple. No one wants to provoke jihad, even the most lawless grand dukes in the kingdom."

"That's true, but the young man himself might not be as bad as those who are covered by the clan's family. With Pallas's character, maybe he will suffer a lot."

Macaro sneered: "Really, I find him ridiculous."

"How do you say that?" Baal asked deliberately.

"I thought he would break it down to zero and drag Paras to Tonigel. The consumption of 30,000 troops was an astronomical figure. In addition, humans and Madara had no trust in each other. Over time, Para He will definitely lose. "

"But the young man built a line of defense in situ, preparing to fight against Palas in a decent manner, disappointing our Mr. Cunning Fox, right? Indeed, it is very troublesome for a small number of people to restrain Denel. Things, but I heard he did a good job of Tonigel, maybe this is to ensure the next year's food production, you thought that if he survived this war then it will stabilize and become what makes Denel real Is it confidant? ”Asked Earl Violet, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Macaro looks at his friend.

Baal smiled dumbly: "Indeed, I don't think he can, but maybe there will be miracles, you know, miracles in this world will always appear when people want them. Now we need this miracle, so I He prayed reverently, maybe Lord Martha would give me a miracle in my face. "

It's just too unreliable to pin hope on something as miracle as miracles, so Macarro knows that his friend is just joking, and the other person's personality is always the same. However, the two figures standing at the top of Eruin did not expect that their unintentional conversation was unexpectedly heard by a little girl who was preparing for the next game under the wooden stand.

"Freya, what's the matter with you?" A female college student pushed a confused girl, who seemed to have just come back: "Well? Ah?"

"Well, why don't you lose your soul, do you miss a man?" The girl couldn't help laughing.

"... You, what are you talking about?" Freya's face flushed, and she said things between men and women. Those aristocratic girls were more courageous than her. Although everyone is still talking, this young girl from the Butch countryside still feels sick.

But more than that, she still paid more attention to the things she had heard before. She couldn't help asking: "Disa, who was talking above?"

She asked the girl around her, her companion in the bedroom, named Disha. As she said, she was a girl from a small aristocratic family. She was chosen because of her magical talent.

"It seems to be the noble's stand above, there are some big men over there." The girl replied: "Compared with the real big nobles above, the little nobles like ours are similar to the difference between ordinary people and nobles. If Without permission, we can't even rush to talk to them, which is extremely impolite. "

She seemed to think of Freya's origin and couldn't help but said, "Ah, I'm sorry, Freya, you know I didn't mean that. But then again, after you go out from here, you are at least half a nobleman Now, "said the young girl indignantly.

Freya just smiled at her, but she was in a panic. She didn't know what was going on with Brando, but now even the big men who control the fate of the kingdom are not optimistic about him, does it mean that the situation over there is very critical? After all, Freya is still an Aboriginal native of Eru. The awe of authority is not reversible in a short while. She can only wish to grow a pair of wings and fly to Brando to spend the crisis with the young man. Or, at worst, die together--

Freya didn't know what she was thinking, she couldn't help thinking about the bits and pieces that she knew about Brando, of course, not all of them were good memories. She couldn't help thinking of her time in the Golden Tree. Go to him and Romain with good intentions, he even fierce her, and often take advantage of her and Roma.

As soon as she thought of it, Freya flushed, but somehow she felt a little sweet in her heart. It was just this small sweetness that turned into fear and depression, and even the voice of her name outside was not heard for a while.

"It's your turn, Freya!" The girl next to her finally couldn't stand it. "What's wrong with you, isn't it uncomfortable?"

"No, no ..." Freya remembered that she had come to participate in the competition. She picked up the spear in a panic, but was immediately glared: "This is a swordplay competition ..." The young girl was not angry. Said.

"Ah!" Freya couldn't wait to find a hole to drill down at this moment.

"Forget it, but don't hold it up." The girl sighed and looked at her with anxiety: "Remember to get a good grade, hey, if I were not familiar with you, I would think which one you think Men think of idiots ... "

Freya had just stepped outside the stands and almost fell to the ground when she heard the words. Of course she would not admit that she was thinking about Brando before she was killed. But when it comes to getting a better grade, it's not easy. Her marksmanship and riding ranks are inaccessible. Although the sword skill is slightly better, but these excellent young people selected throughout the entire Eruin China is not enough.

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