Vol 3 Chapter 315

~. -~ The beams of light shine in the rain, and from a distance, it seems that the rain silk passing through it has also become pure gold.

Everyone lifted their heads, and there was a crack in the dark clouds that were soaking in the sun. The pure white light was like wings falling from behind the clouds and gently protecting the people's crowns.

Rays of light pierced the clouds and fell above the harbor.

Reid Duluo stood in front of the window, as if the old soldier was about to inject his whole life into this standing position, standing upright.

Only hands clenched into fists.

The ancient king walked in Yundian and watched silently, but future generations can only be speechless. Do you still remember the vow inscribed on the sword?

They cannot answer.

"Master Knight." The Marquis Baltha was restless, and he felt the excitement in his heart, but he was more afraid that the old knight suddenly changed his mind. Although he is the leader of the White Lion Corps, when it comes to who is more prestigious in the army and who can respond to it, it must be this elderly imperial lion.

The old man slowly turned around, his expression was fortitude, only the dark eyes had a hint of light, as if gestating determination. He looked up and said slowly: "Balta, the White Lions have lost the flag in their hearts for a long time, but because of this, we can no longer lose our glory as soldiers-"

"To this day, if the first king asked us for that answer, but we have already deviated from that glorious road, we can only answer His Majesty with the final dignity of the army of this kingdom-the White Lion Legion, until the death. "

The White Lion Legion, rest until the dead.

The Marquis Baltar froze. He looked at the tall figure of the old knight, outside the window, in the sky, and lightning fell in the storm. However, when he was young, he was frivolous, insisted and had ideals, but the struggle for power and court struggle had long since smoothed it all out. Not even himself knew what he had lost for all this.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the pistol with a raised flag. The young man who was galloping on the high ground, his spear shone, and his horn was melodious-he had been so close to his ideal.

That is the history of Eruin.

Lord Marquis felt some moistness in his eyes, and he bent down with his eyes narrowed. Salute to your teacher. To this day, he understands that he has finally completed the last lesson of the Cavaliers.

adhere to.

"Cruzes once had glory," a voice said quietly, "but we learned to compromise. Ideal and reality are not always harmonious. A free and firm heart is desirable, but it is the same as those who have achieved self-sacrifice honourable."

The owner of the voice lowered his head, and gave a salutation to Reid Duro.

The old man shook his head with red eyes and choked his throat, "Old Wood, the Eruin is bleeding."

"I understand, I understand," Ampersel's former high priest was on the side of the house, and at the moment couldn't help closing his eyelids slightly. The look was a little moving. He sighed heavily: "Ike has built a kingdom of heroes. Sorry ..."

It was then that a servant wearing a robe suddenly broke into the door and shouted in a little panic: "Master Ritual, they resonate too much, and we are almost out of control."

Wood was unheard of, and just looked at Ampelsel with emotion. He knew the kingdom, the people he knew. Even at the last minute, someone was fighting for it.

But right or wrong. They have at least courage; at least there are people fighting against fate than those cowardly shivering in the dark.

However, one day Cruz also sunset and sunset, the glory of the empire is no longer, what kind of scene then?

"Master Sacrifice?"

"Do your best, they, no ... he will always notice," Wood replied without looking back, and he thought of the young man he saw that day, and shook his head. "But right or wrong, there is something We always have to do it. "

"As for the results."

"Just let history pass ... The light falling between the clouds is like a big hand, and great coercion set everyone on the ground.

It's curtain time!

Karen stood in the heavy rain with a sword in her hand and just wanted to cry fast, maybe she was already in tears, but the tears merged into the rain. He saw with his own eyes that golden light seemed to separate the rain curtain and fell on the opposite army, and at that moment he understood that no matter what the result, this will be the last performance of the kingdom's White Lion Legion.

That man, he handed the flag of war to this army, put the crown on them, and gave them glory. Today, however, he is going to stand on the opposite side of them and ask them to surrender.

no way!

Karen Ang raised his head, as stubborn as a child. His eyes seemed to pierce through the dark clouds and saw the final moment.

"But the child is going to grow up, uncle ..."

"This may be our answer."

He clenched his teeth, tears already rushing out, "Tongze of the White Lion Legion, my brothers! The minions of the White Lion once shone on the high ground, and we also held the territory for the kingdom," the voice of the young commander Howling in the wind and rain, "But whenever! Anywhere! We remember the motto of the White Lion!"

"White Lion Army, rest until the dead!"

"White Lion Corps, rest to death!" Many soldiers wept, and they suddenly realized what they were about to face, what they had longed for and insisted on, but now they are on their other side. They seemed to be fighting a losing battle, but the soldiers still had a hard time picking up their swords.

This is an option.

Because that's their honor.

It is the courage of the White Lion.

Everyone who fights with me today is my brother, every day, until the end. Karen raised his sword extremely hard, almost shouting out two words: "Charge ... Feng!"

In the light, the majestic coercion suppressed everyone's ability to move.

But the kingdom's white lion army was advancing, as if crawling. Little by little, everyone's face with the final determination and courage launched the charge to the white lion guard who reappeared from Brando.

Slow as a snail, but never move forward.

When Carglis looked up, he saw exactly this scene. They have experienced wolf woes, experienced the black forest, trained by Brando, learned the most systematic elven swordsmanship, and inherited the oldest white lion warfare. Wearing the finest white lion armor.

They are proud, because they are born with such pride, they think they represent the most glorious history of this kingdom. I thought I could win.

But until today, they have really understood what is the soul of the army.

Everyone was watching this scene, watching Karen and his soldiers launching the slowest charge in history. But it was not the ridicule that awaited them, but the most serious look of their enemies.

"Prince," Caglios looked up, raising his hands and shouting, "Let's have a fair showdown."

"It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong."

"Just because of each other's respect!"

The light disappeared in an instant. It was just that the white lion armor of Caglilis and his team had an extra layer of golden light, and that golden light was converging a little bit. At last, gold runes were engraved on the armor. If Brando were here, he would recognize at a glance that this was the set of white lion warframes that had been finally improved by the prince Eke.

The set of white lion armor in history.

This was the recognition of the upright soul by the noble soul, and it was not until this moment that Cargalis understood that they had truly received the approval of the White Lion.

He also raised his sword, and did not need to give an order—in fact, at the same time when the light and coercion disappeared, two spanning history and the current legion crossed a distance of ten meters.

This is the most direct dialogue between the past and today, and the most direct confrontation between the two armies.

The sword of the kingdom's white lion legion was cut on the white lion armor of Caglilis's party, but it could not even effectively penetrate its magic protection. The periphery of the White Lion Warframe was just a slight wave of golden light. The kingdom soldier's sword was knocked back.

The White Lion Battlegear was designed by Maximo based on Maximilian armor. The thickness of the armor is no more than three millimeters, but the equivalent protection value is as high as 6, which is almost equivalent to a double-hinged plate armor with a thickness of more than five millimeters. This kind of armor has never existed on earth, and even in the wo Ende, the swordsman with the peak strength of the Black Iron will also be greatly restricted in his ability to wear it.

In fact, very few infantry troops below Tier 4 are wearing such heavy armor. That is often the choice of cavalry.

The white lion armor is not only the armor itself, because it is a magic armor. In fact, the wind protection spells surrounding it also provide an additional 5 points of magic protection, and ordinary soldiers with the average strength of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion at the peak of the Black Iron. It is difficult to break through only 5 points of magic protection.

Unless they use the same enchanted weapon, since the Royal family's strength has weakened, the situation of the White Lion Army has been much worse. In the past, the White Lion Army did have such a glorious period. Everyone was able to distribute magic armor and enchanted swords. But to this day, only a few elite troops in the legion can have magic armor.

As for enchanting weapons, don't even think about it. Because of the size and material of the weapon, it is often more difficult to enchant than the armor, so it is even more precious. Eruin, including the Knights of the royal family, does not have an army that can afford enchanted weapons.

Not to mention, the fourth column of the White Lion Legion under Karen is actually not an elite formation in the legion. In the hands of more than 200 people, only a few had magic swords in their hands, and most of them belonged to personal belongings.

In fact, Karen couldn't help biting his mouth when he slashed his sword on the armor at Caglilis' neck. The sword in his hand is also a heirloom sword, although it is just a shimmering magic sword, but at least it is also immersed in enchanted weapons. But the sword was cut down, and only a deep opening was opened in the opponent's armor.

Of course, he didn't know that the armors of several White Lion Guard non-commissioned officers in Caglilis were specially reinforced, only to think that everyone was the same, and he couldn't help but feel half cold. He was a silver junior swordsman. With one sword, he could not even break the defense of the opponent, not even him, let alone others.

But Karen was startled, as was Carglis.

Do not fight with each other, do not know the veteran of the White Lion Legion. To say that his strength has actually reached the silver middle after experiencing the Black Forest, and the level of the learned white crow swordsmanship is far higher than the other party, but the other party almost killed him by the simple military swordsmanship.

It's just a quick word. It's too fast. The other party seems to have guessed his intentions. He blocked the sword in the direction of his sword and chopped it on his neck. Had it not been for the White Lion Warframe to be more powerful than he had imagined, I'm afraid he would have been at a different place by now.

At this moment, Caglilis realized the pain of Buga, White Knight Ablon and Brando.

For a moment, Cargalis could not help but sweat.

And now it's not just him who is sweating coldly, all the young people from Tonigel are getting more and more shocked. Although the scene is that they still have an advantage-the White Lion Legion of the Kingdom has been damaging soldiers from the beginning, but they have not even produced a slight wounded side.

But anyone knows. This is not their credit. But the armor designed and manufactured by the Lord Lord is too abnormal. In fact, they have been being beaten by the veterans of the White Lion Legion of the other kingdom, and they almost cannot afford it. However, the veterans of the White Lion Legion often cut more than a dozen swords on them. The White Lion's armor was no problem at all, but they used the sword of the Lion to fight back once, and often the other person was seriously injured or killed.

The veterans of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion have no fancy combat skills. They took advantage of the limited acceleration ability of the 'White Lion Battlegear' provided by their defective products to seize the momentary opportunity to attack, and each time they could call Caglilis and his team into a mess.

It's just that Carglis ~~- -net. Update starter ~~ The more you start, the more you start, but Karen gets more and more bitter.

Because no matter how much advantage they have, they can never win.

Besides, the other party was not a crowd, and Karen also saw it. Caglios and his team were like new recruits on the battlefield, lacking experience.

But they have become more and more mature, and the counterattack and defense have become more and more stable. In contrast, they have become the teacher of the other party-teaching the other party **** themselves.

Karen could not help closing her eyes in pain.

Cargalis finally couldn't help it, he was not a fool, and he didn't say that they would learn anything in this fight. I am afraid that the morale of the White Lion Guard, the Lord Lord, will be consumed, although pride is always the way to death. But an army cannot be without its own pride.

He could not help but admire the veteran White Lion veteran with admiration.

At the same time, he gave an order: "The White Lion Army. Give up the defense and attack with all your strength!" He almost roared out of this sentence, which was a bit ridiculous. Their clumsy defense was useless in front of the opponent, but it was better to simply Give the protection to the White Lion Battlegear, and go all out to smash the opponent straight down.

Although this command sounded strange. But it was the best way that Cargalis could think of.

It is also the most effective.

As soon as the young man from Tonigel gave up his defense, he immediately seemed less cluttered. They seemed to be back in the vast black forest. Their opponents are still those terrible monsters, and they don't need to be deceived anymore. Just need to gather all the courage to move forward like that day.

That's enough.

Carglis and his white lion guards roared together and raised the sword of the lion in his hands to start the assault. At that moment, the trials they experienced in the Black Forest began to show their effects, and the sharp swords in their hands flared at the enemies in front of them—

that moment.

Karen knew that the failure near the corner had arrived.

That sword is dazzling.

The dense air blades swayed by the white crow swords gather together. If the spray generally passes through the rain curtain, it brings up a hazy white water mist to make people realize why it was named white crow.

Because that's a group of off-white flying birds.

They pass through the crowd.

Blood is raining.

Karen almost cried, and he didn't understand why he came here. Shouldn't their enemies be Cruzs? But he brought his men here, and they lost their lives and lost all their glory.

But at this last moment, the fourth column of the entire White Lion Legion of the Kingdom broke out with the greatest courage. They no longer retreated, nor guarded, but hanged together with Caglilis's men—the battlefield could hardly be called a confrontation. The soldiers of the Kingdom's White Lion Corps just died.

Even Carglis couldn't stand it.

"enough!"

"Stop me--!" He roared standing in the heavy rain, like a lion rushing to the crown: "Everyone stop me!"

In fact, he didn't need his order, the young people from Tonigel had stopped one by one. Then the soldiers of the Kingdom's White Lion Corps also stopped. Many of them were completely bloody, but still stared pantingly at their enemies, holding their arms in their hands.

Above the street, a blood red.

The two sides stood on this street with a moment of silence between them.

"I don't know who you are," Caglis gasped in the rain, his voice echoing in the rain: "The commander across, but I hope you make way for us ... this killing has already It should not be continued. "

"The White Lion Corps will never retreat, even if it is the last person to die." Karen looked at the commander of the "White Lion Corps" in heavy armor, gasping and frustrated, But still as firm as ever.

Cargalis took a soft breath.

"This is not a step back," he closed his eyes, "but is it true that the White Lion Army of the Kingdom has to go forward with the Eruins? Is this your glory? Why are you here? Answer me? Just for power? "

"No, this should not be what the White Lions are after!"

"Is this what you want?"

"That day, when you joined this glorious name and made an oath towards that banner?"

"Open your eyes and take a closer look!" Caglios was almost roaring, he clenched his fists: "Look at your battle flag, it has been stained with blood! Look at this port, it has been Blood is flowing! "

"But it's all Eruin blood ..."

"Listen, this flaming sound, this is the sound of the kingdom groaning, don't you hear it?"

"This is what you have vowed to protect? This vast territory, in your vows, bets on everything that life will also protect, the homeland sheltered by ancient glory."

He stared at them, word by word.

"We are killing our kingdom."

"So, please let go ... will you?"

With a bang, Karen's sword fell to the ground. He saw it, and saw the blood-stained banner that Carglis was referring to. The white lion was stained with the blood of the Eruins themselves.

Is that really what they are after?

In the storm, the knight of the White Lion Corps fell to his knees and wept loudly.

... (to be continued) rq ~. -~

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