Vol 5 Chapter 180

Time is like a pacing ghost in the forest, one minute and one second, passing away.

"Sister, what is this place?"

Uta widened her eyes in horror, and found that the sword in her hand was not a sharp sword, but the hand of which was boneless. The owner of the hand was tilting her head and looked at her. A pair of green eyes looked like a spring in the woods, black Hair shawl, white lame feet, stepped on the thick green moss, like an elf in the woods.

"sister?"

"Otis?"

"this is……"

A nightmare-like memory ten years ago struck back.

"No, Otis, don't stop, run away!"

Suddenly, Yuta felt empty, and her sister dissipated like a reflection in the water, replaced by a bright narrow light in the darkness—the sharp edge of the sword. The vision in front of her caused her to fight a chill, and subconsciously raised her white lion sword, ‘Dang—’, the two swords were connected, Mars was splashing, and Yuta took a step backward.

The Cruz knight, who was covered with armor all over, was also a little stunned, and there was a snoring sound of doubt under the metal armor: "White lion sword ... Eruin?"

Actually lost his mind.

Yuta was sweating coldly. She never thought that she would make such a fatal mistake in the battle. Although the repeated battles have already exhausted herself physically and mentally, and it is said that before death, people will see everything in the past again. Is this Is it a sign of death?

She gasped heavily--

Seventy-eight handle sword stabbed over, and when she was the best, she would go all out to face one of them, not to mention now.

The forest is burning in the dark ...

The knights in white robes with sun badges on their chests were killed from the darkness, and the abominable slave dealers fell down under their swords shining brightly. But panic slaves fell under their horseshoes-the knights had no mercy, trampled on these mountain people, the Seniyas, the sound of fire burning by the wind, the collapse of the building, the roar, The cry cried out.

She and her equally clothed sister were hiding underneath a shabby tent. The stinky smell of feces permeated the tent, but she really hoped that she could hide in this small space forever.

The shadows dancing in the dark are receding, and across the tent you can see the sword light sword and blood splashing.

A long sword finally found a chance to break through her line of defense, a sword stabbed her shoulder, and Yin Hong's blood spewed out. The severe pain made Yuta feel that the scene in front of him seemed to overlap with the scene decades ago. Seven or eight knights circled her, and the sword in his hand flashed coldly, his eyes were alert. Did not give her any chance to share.

Then she felt another sword in her lower abdomen, and strength seemed to pass away. She was half-knelt on the ground, crumbling, and the Cruz knights surrounded her seemed to be the evil wolf in the forest.

It was the evil wolf, that summer night in Braggs, Bucks Forest.

The wolves whispered lowly. The blushing eyes were buried under the night, and she protected her sister Otis with one hand. The whole body was hurt. The pain seemed to paralyze her nerves, and her eyes were covered with blood, but she still stared fiercely at the beasts, more fierce than any of them.

The long runaway life seems to die every moment. But every time she survived miraculously, because she couldn't give up, for her sister.

"Your name is Ovidia, little girl, are you a mountain citizen?"

"This is my grandson. His name is Brando."

"No, there are things in your body that he will never have, and those with a good life cannot understand them--"

"Do you want to learn swords with me?" The old man smiled. "I'm afraid not, but I can recommend you to a place. That person might protect you and look at me."

But my sister is still dead.

Because I'm too incompetent.

Even after so many years, she was unable to protect her.

Tears shed in Yuta's eyes, and the tears shed the blood, running down her cheeks like a stream mixed with blood. She hated those who brought all these injustices to the world, the nobles who did nothing and promoted evil behind them, hated the indifference of all people, hated all this old, but she could do nothing, Otis' death seemed It is the inevitable in the deep, she has neither power to change nor resistance.

Even though she often cursed with gritted teeth, she did not know in her heart whether she was cursing her weakness or those who caused it.

A Cruz knight walked up to her, and the metal armor creaked, and the other man raised his sword.

Become a knight.

Already a member of the aristocracy.

But why fight?

Is everything that Lord Lord and Her Royal Highness are changing really the world my sister wants?

Facing the sharp sword that shimmered in cold light, Yuta was at a loss for a moment.

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"Eruin?"

When he heard the name, Sir Marjorie was also terrified: "Why are they here? They're not in Port Fatten? There are more than a hundred miles away from here, have their eyeliners been set to this place? They are Didn't you know something? "

He asked a series of questions in a row.

Obviously, the knights of the messenger could not answer these questions, or even any of them, and they were equally astonished. They thought that they were the army of the nobles of the north, or the army of the flower-leaf collar. This answer goes beyond They were unexpected.

Besides, why are these Eruins so strong? The combat effectiveness of this scout cavalry exceeds their most optimistic estimate of the weak country in the past. Even the knights on the plateau cannot resist the White Army, let alone the more elaborate White. The pace of the Knights.

They have fewer than ten people.

Where did this Eruin army come from, and where is it sacred? Countless questions came from Mario's heart.

"Did you see their emblem clearly, really the Eruin?"

"Yes, sir, that is the White Lion emblem."

"White Lion Corps?" Marjorie shook his head in disbelief: "No, although the intelligence says that there are indeed White Lion Corps soldiers among the Eruins staying in Fattan Port, the White Lion Corps is indeed Egypt The Leuin's strongest legion. But it is far from reaching this level. This must be the Yankees ’rags, or they are simply disguised by the Bugatians, unless ..."

An idea suddenly came out of his mind uncontrollably.

"Unless what, sir?"

"Unless it's another army," Marjorie asked with some seriousness: "Are you sure it's the White Lion Insignia, the White Lion of the Eruin?"

"I'm about to say this. Lord, that emblem is a little different from the White Lion emblem we have learned, with a broken sword on it."

"Broken sword?"

Why is there a broken sword on the White Lion emblem? Marjorie was so confused-where did these **** Eruins come from?

He suddenly felt something bad.

No matter where the other party is sacred, the other party has desperately tried to keep himself in this place. When he thought of the combat effectiveness of the Eruin scout cavalry, he suddenly felt a little daunted. The knight commander of the most elite knights in the White Corps of the Cruze First-Line Corps would feel cold in the face of an Eruin army. Somewhat ridiculous.

But just think about more. No, as long as he had the same number of Eruin troops as his knights, he was afraid to say that he had the confidence to win.

When did the Eruin get so strong?

Or is the empire declining?

Sir Marori suddenly felt a little bit crying. As a knight, he was not afraid of fighting the battlefield, but he knew what kind of secret he had at this moment. This secret must not fall into the hands of the opposing party, regardless of the opponent. It's okay to be a Yankee pretending to be a ghost. Or the true Eruin.

He looked back and saw that gloomy wizard had the same look. They nodded each.

"Be prepared to assault and ignore the harassment of scout cavalry. As long as anyone dares to stand in the way of the army, crush them. Before night, we must pass through this valley!"

He pulled out his long sword fiercely: "Cruz. Seeing the enemy will destroy!"

But this time, there was no sound of promise.

The scene was a little weird.

Even Marori himself got stuck quickly.

One person, one sword, slowly walked out of the forest. The black trench coat reflected the silver moonlight. The blade in the hand seemed to sing and sing softly at night, trembling slightly, lingering with a dim silver light.

A wind was blowing in the forest, and the black wolf ran along the ridge.

...

Shepherd walks.

For some reason, this sentence came to mind at the moment in Sir Mary's mind.

When did the ancient legends of the witches be regarded as bedside stories by the world? No one takes them seriously, but one day the legends will become reality.

Marjorie never thought that this would be his last thought-a dazzling silver light lit up, and that speed was so fast. He had seen the sword of the Knights' head, but that was no more than that. The local silver line is spreading out. This is the power of the element. He himself also has the power of the element, but the element in the body has just begun to resonate with the law, and a majestic force has suppressed it to nothing.

Absolute suppression of lower elements by higher elements under the same realm! Mario's face changed drastically, before he had time to regret it. At this time, a silver light had passed through his chest. A mighty knight with dignified elements fell so inexplicably that he did not want to avoid this deadly The sword, but at that moment he clearly felt that the space around him was fragmented, and every movement of him seemed to return through time, and he was always locked in the previous moment, locking him in the eternal position of the middle sword.

Time and space are like a huge yoke, which firmly clamps down all the possibilities for him to dodge.

"this is……"

"Time and space ..."

Endless darkness poured into his consciousness, as if falling into a cold abyss, and Mario felt his body fall down from the earth dragon, and in his final vision, the figure of that person was ramming between his own hands. The sword light in his hand is like the lines that divide everything, cutting the knights of the empire into pieces.

Before he closed his eyes, he knew the identity of the other party.

"Count Tongel."

The wizard in a black robe said gloomily that he shuddered slightly, and within a quarter of an hour, dozens of knights had been killed or injured, and only a small part were buried in the mouth of the black wolf, and most of them Died in the hands of the young man in front of him, the golden-level knights with manifested elements have no room for resistance, just like killing chickens.

This person is even more terrible than rumored.

The strength of the opponent should have crossed the truth side, but he was so young.

Brando's eyes fell on the battlefield where the corpse was running wild. The knights who besieged Yuta and others in the forest, as well as the guard of Marori, totaled 71 people, including six people who died in the hands of Yuta and others. There should be no missing fish, and this guy in front of him should be the last living.

Of course, it is not necessary to say that it is alive, because some dead things in this world can also exist in the sun.

The black wolves are gathering at the edge of the forest. On the back of the tallest male wolf, is sitting a cardamom-looking dark-haired young girl, who is watching with interest what is happening in front of her. The killing is reflected in her black gemstone pupil. It's like a delicate game.

Brando glanced in that direction, frowned, and then he turned back: "Undead Wizard?"

The black robe wizard didn't dare to make trouble, and nodded silently.

"I have only one question. How are the undead army operating in this area, do they only go to Valachi?"

These are two questions. The black-robed wizard was defamatory in his heart, but he never dared to say this sentence, but had to answer honestly: "Many, some undead are aroused from the tombs of the cultists. Some of the cemeteries in Alkash are from Alkash. Only some of these undead go to Valachi, and the other is to stay in Wayne. The ancient battlefield in the mountain of Alkash is a natural country of undead, and Her Majesty is very interested there.

"Your Majesty? Which Majesty?"

"Nature is our Majesty."

"Are you Madara?"

The wizard in black robe felt the murderousness of Brando, and stepped back a little fearfully: "Master, I know what you want to do, I can help you sneak into Wayne, you can't kill me ..."

Brando pointed to the distance and said, "Have you seen that woman, her name is Kou Hua, daughter of Esis, and even if I don't kill you, you won't be able to leave here alive. Besides, although the White Lion is not afraid of death , But blood doesn't flow in vain— "

"No!" The fire of the soul under the hood of the black robe wizard suddenly burned. He raised his staff and was about to launch a spell that would end up, but before that, a sharp sword had pierced it The chest, passing between the off-white flames leaping between the ribs.

The dry body of the black robe wizard seemed to lose weight suddenly and collapsed, and the fire of the soul under its hood flashed two times, as if he could not believe the death of the young man in front of him. The secret is not at all interesting.

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