Vol 3 Chapter 314

~. -~ Act 314 Oath and Sword iii

The sword was inserted in the meadow between the wilderness and the sky, and the blade was bright like an autumn water. The white tie wrapped with the crescent emblem on the hilt twisted in the wind, as if it was slightly swaying in memory. .

Wisdom and deep eyes narrowed slightly, interested to watch the horizon between heaven and earth become almond-shaped, white cloak was added to him, and a pair of rough hands under the cloak stood with a black scabbard. He stood upright, like a lion.

"Wang, it's late."

"Klentle, what do you think I'm looking at?" The old man smiled and turned back to ask calmly.

"Cross this grassland, move forward, move forward, Eruin's land."

"Eruin, that's the land we bet on to protect our lives. But I'm looking at my sword, Krentel." The old man looked back. The sword looked unique and slender in the lonely field, but it supported Party world.

"Your sword?"

"I was thinking, after thousands of years, would anyone still take this sword, wipe away the dust from it, and remember our vows? Will our descendants stand the test of time-you say, Egypt Will Luin last long? "

"Eruin will last long, Your Majesty."

"But time flies, if one day our descendants forget the promise of the present? The Cruzians also have the glory of ancient times, but they have stopped picking it all up, and maybe one day, Eruin So will people. "

"His Majesty."

"I don't want Eruin, Krentel."

Cloud shadows were reflected in the gray-blue eyes, and the soft gray hair was attached to the wrinkled edge of the eye. Time left a too heavy mark on him. The old man felt that the flame in his heart was burning a little bit to the end, but At this moment, it seemed to be shining again.

He has seen too many wars, has seen too much suffering, and has seen too many close people sacrificed on this land; he closes his eyes, and the old picture is like a golden scroll, as if still under the sunset At dusk, they left Cruz's territory for the first time.

That's where it all started.

"If it weren't for Eruin, Krentel—but the soul and conviction pinned on this land, I want this voice to pass on forever, and I want the resistance and pursuit of Eruin not to be forgotten , I want its nobles to always remember their duties— "

"Crentel."

"You remember-if one day the Eruin really forgets all this, then where this sword comes from, go back and no longer protect this country."

Then wherever this sword comes from, go back.

"Your Majesty, the Eruin really forgot all this."

"It's only been two hundred years."

"This land no longer carries that flawless ideal--"

But today, the sword is back.

The sword in Krentel's eyes was emitting an endless amount of golden light, and it trembled in the girl's hands, as if she had a new life, trembling with excitement, and would come out of the box at any time.

Krentel suddenly felt that her tears could not be stopped, even though it was no longer tears.

But that was tears in my heart.

Your Majesty, have you seen that, there are others who took this sword, wiped the dust off it, and remembered our vows. So it felt that faith again, and after being forgotten for centuries, the shining flag returned to Eruin.

Brando also looked at the lion sword in Freya's hand.

At that moment, he heard the sound of a sword—as if the Foshan collapsed tsunami, as if a huge voice was echoing and recounting. He seemed to see the glorious age and the two elongated figures in the lonely wilderness. .

The sword is under oath--

Will Eruin last?

Eruin will last for a long time, Your Majesty.

"What happened, Freya?" Nimesis asked loudly.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden strong light from Freya's sword.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Freya stared blankly at the trembling sword in her hand, as if coming alive, echoing something: "It, what it feels like ..."

The whole Ampelsel was shaking--

If Foster rushed out of the tent frantically, the entire White Lion Corps command post was shrouded in a huge buzz. Within the camp, everyone stopped involuntarily and looked up in one direction. go with.

The camp is in the middle.

That huge white lion battle flag was emitting an extremely dazzling light. The battle flag stood in the wind and rain. The white lion above the flag seemed to be resurrected at this moment, and its teeth were exposed.

"Bright flag ..." Foster paused suddenly.

He seemed to understand something, and looked wistfully to the west.

The white lion ’s fourth column knight Captain Karen is also looking in the same direction. In the storm, an army he has never seen is slowly passing through the rain curtain and coming to him.

There seemed to be singing in the rain.

‘I swear before this sword—’

‘I swear to lead my people—to lead them away from killings and strife, away from the arrogance and greed of the nobility. ’

‘I vowed not to repeat this cold-blooded mistake, and I will make the nobles of the new kingdom obey the spirit of the knight—just and strict, upright and brave, kind and forgiving. ’

‘I swear, this is so today, every day. ’

The silver elf helmet bathed in the rain, and the white lion on his shoulders seemed to come out of the legend. The sword in his hand is five feet long and one palm wide, with a lion heart imprint on his guard, wearing heavy armor and a scaly skirt underneath.

At this moment, legend and reality overlap.

The army slowly moving from the heavy rain instantly hit the softest place in the hearts of all White Lion Legionnaire soldiers. It seemed as if walking out of a brilliant historical story, and even with the mysterious and magical atmosphere of fairy tales, the army that only existed in the legend appeared in front of them.

That's their predecessor.

Their history.

Their pride.

The White Lion Legion Guard.

But now they are their enemy--

Therefore, after all, they violated their vows. They claimed that they inherited the glory of Emperor Eksen, and at this moment they would be washed away. The legendary army is now coming to take down the crown on their heads.

Everyone couldn't help but take a step back subconsciously.

That's what they heard from the story countless times, who accompanied them to grow up, and confirmed their beliefs-legend. Although the White Lion Army was silently walking in the rain, only half of the squadron. All of the White Lions are veterans, and you can calculate the number of each other with a glance.

Forty-five.

But how about that?

The Karen Knight feels that his hands are full of cold sweat. Since he became a knight, he has never had the courage to hold a sword. But the honor of the soldier did not allow him to give up his sword and surrender, not to mention that the perplexity of panic was just an instant illusion.

Karen reacted in an instant, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "It's a shame and shame, where did the beam-jumping clown come to pretend to be the White Lion Legion?"

The sound went far in the rain.

"The White Lion Corps?" The army stopped, and the commander, headed, apparently froze slightly.

It was now that Karen seized the fleeting opportunity, and he immediately raised his sword: "The fourth column of the White Lion Legion listened to my orders and attacked! Destroy these madmen who profane Ek!"

The soldiers of the White Lion Corps issued a roar, as if only such a roar could dispel the doubts in their hearts, like thousands of times, like their ancestors, their comrades launched on the plateau to the Cruz Iron Horse Like the charge, for the first time in thousands of years, they launched an charge against the Eruin.

The horn of the White Lion Legion echoed long.

The melodious voice contains the long and glorious history of this legendary legion. Each time it charged forward, it never even had an adversary, not because it was invincible, but because it was indomitable.

In front of the White Lion Corps, no enemy can make them tremble with fear.

Because this is the courage of a lion.

It was the belief given to them by Xianjun Aike.

The soldiers had their swords out of their sheaths, but there were two hundred people, but they were wrapped in a momentum like ten million people. The white lion's battle flag was advancing in the storm, and the formation was as close as the same blade, sweeping past, but it was not only discipline but also faith that maintained this sharp sword.

But for the first time today, the hand holding the sword felt heavy.

"It's really the White Lion Legion." Caglilis suddenly raised an illusion that this was fate, as if an invisible big hand arranged for them to meet. This view was eternal.

But he also knew what it meant for unexpected enemy formations on the battlefield.

"The situation has changed," the young commander decided to join the Lord Lord immediately, but before that, there was an army also called the White Lion Army.

He pulled out his sword.

Karen also clenched the sword in her hand.

"Listen to me—!"

"White lion warfare!" In the pouring rain, both orders shouted at the same time. Caglilis had expected it, but Karen had a sharp arrow in his heart.

In front of him, the strange and familiar army suddenly accelerated.

Obviously heavy armor dragged the ground, and the big sword limped, but as if everyone had a terrible momentum of galloping horses, the earth was trembling, and a piece of blue slate on the long street was slightly raised.

‘Infantry Knight’.

Karen's palms have turned white. That is the legendary infantry knight, the turquoise wind that surrounds the opponent's white lion armor. This forging technique, the White Lion Legion, has been lost after the Battle of Len. That is the core technology contained in the rear half body armor, which can make a set of heavy armor as light and light as a mystery.

All are magic armors.

The soldiers of the White Lion Corps all felt oppressed. Since Jihad, or two centuries, where did Eruin still have such an army? But the point is that the momentum is invariable, the two legions are almost the same.

If there is any difference, it is that there is a kind of persistence that the other party does not have. From them, you can see the pride and glory of being a soldier, but there is a kind in the glittering eyes of the other party that they have never Seen things.

adhere to.

And pursuit.

The two armies are only one line behind. The veterans of the White Lion Corps have never feared, and they even feel a little shame to fight more and fight less. This is not the honor of the White Lion Corps. But this did not prevent them from raising their swords, and their hearts were firm and unhindered.

The experience they have fought in thousands of battles supports them to deal with all unexpected situations coldly and calmly.

But the accident really happened.

Ten meters behind.

The heavily charged white lion guards erected the two-handed giant sword in their hands—the sword is five feet long and one palm wide, with a lion's heart imprint on the guard and three claw marks on the blade—it's the legend The sword of a lion. But Karen saw the blade of each enemy's hand lighten slightly.

"Not good ..." A sudden thought flashed through his mind.

"Hurry up—" The knight captain tried to redeem it all at the last minute, but unfortunately, it was a bit late. I saw Caglis and his White Lion Guard suddenly slanting across the big sword, chopped together in the rain.

Neatly cut.

A full moon-like water spray flew off the sword, forming a curtain of water spreading forward on the long street.

There was a faint flash of white light in the water curtain.

Like the same perfect arc.

The arc moved forward, over a distance of nearly ten meters, as if sparkling.

The soldiers on the front line of the fourth column of the White Lions Corps seemed to be hitting an invisible wall and collapsed to the ground. It was only after a short time that the hissing scream was sounded—a blood stained the color of the rain. The blood halo on the street spread quickly, and the slate was stained with blood.

"White crow sword, this is impossible ..."

"No, it's earlier ... this should be ..."

"The sword after the wind, the tooth of the white lion ..." Karen felt miserable.

There was a tidy sound, and the White Lion Guard stole the big sword, and the whole army was like a whole, not bad. At that moment, layers of history, countless pictures, like the fragments that were disturbing one another, overlapped in front of the White Lion Legion.

In the past, now, legends, stories, glory, victory and defeat, countless memories are like a quiet flowing river, flowing slowly in their hearts.

That is the White Lion Legion.

But the name no longer belongs to them.

Just like a huge voice between majestic heaven and earth said, "Today, I will take off your crown, because you have departed from that glorious path--"

It was the voice of Xianjun Aike.

The same is the moment.

Suddenly, Cargalis raised his head, his eyes were full of incredible looks. To be precise, all the people at the scene stopped their movements in an instant, and the air seemed to be filled with some heavy coercion, even the wind and water flow became thick.

Everyone felt a great deal of pressure.

And the sound of the body's humming.

Sword and oath.

Resonated.

With a loud noise, Foster saw a beam of golden light shooting from above the shining flag. Just a moment later, another beam of light rose from the east.

Two beams of light complement each other in the early morning sky.

Foster kept silent for a long time because he knew--

That is the Lionheart Sacred Sword.

Eke's sword.

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