The Amber Sword - 581

The sword is inserted in the meadow between the wilderness and the sky. The blade is bright as a stream of autumn water. The white ribbon with the crescent emblem wrapped around the hilt turns in the gentle breeze, as if it is swaying slightly in memory. .

Wisdom and deep eyes narrowed slightly, watching with interest as the horizon between heaven and earth became almond-shaped and wide, and a white cloak was added to him, under the cloak, a pair of thick and thick hands stood in the dark scabbard. He stood proudly, like a lion.

“Wang, it’s too late.”

“Krentel, guess what I’m looking at?” The old man smiled, then turned his head and asked calmly.

“Cross this grassland, move forward, move forward again, the land of Eruin.”

“Eruin, that is the land we have to protect our lives. But what I look at is my sword, Krentel.” The old man looked back. The sword looked uniquely slender in the lonely field, but it supported it. One world.

“Your sword?”

“I’m thinking, thousands of years later, will anyone pick up this sword, wipe the dust from it, and remember our oath? Will our descendants stand the test of time? You say, Ah Will Luin survive for a long time?”

“Eruin will exist for a long time, Your Majesty.”

“But time flies, what if one day our descendants forget the promise of today? The Cruz people also have the glory of the past, but they have not picked up all that again, maybe one day, Eruin People will do the same.”

“His Majesty.”

“I don’t want Eruin, Krentel.”

Cloud shadows were reflected in his gray-blue eyes, and silky gray hair was attached to the wrinkles around his eyes. Time left a too heavy mark on him. The old man felt that the flame in his heart was burning to the end, but At this moment, it seemed to be radiant again.

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

That’s where it all started.

“If mine were not for Eruin, Krentel-but the soul and faith entrusted to this land, I want this voice to pass on forever, and my resistance and pursuit that belong to Eruin will not be forgotten. , I want its nobles to always remember their duties—”

“Krentel.”

“Remember-if one day, the Eruin really forgets all of this, then where the sword came from, it will return where it will go, and will no longer protect this country.”

Then where the sword came from, it went back to wherever it came.

“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 exuding endless golden light, and it trembled in the girl’s hand, as if it had been reborn again, shuddering with excitement, and would come out of the box at any time.

Krentel suddenly felt his tears gushing out, although it would no longer shed tears.

But those are tears in my heart.

Your Majesty, have you seen it? Someone picked up this sword, wiped the dust off it, and remembered our oath. So it felt that belief again. After being forgotten for centuries, the glorious banner returned to Eruin.

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

At that moment he heard the sound of the sword—like a landslide and tsunami, as if a huge voice was reverberating and recounting. He seemed to have seen the glorious age and the two elongated figures in the lonely wilderness. .

The sword is swearing–

Will Eruin survive for a long time?

Eruin will exist 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 at the trembling sword in her hand with a stunned mouth, as if it had come alive and was responding to something: “It, it seems to feel something…”

The entire Ampersel shook up–

Foster rushed out of the tent frantically, and the entire command post of the White Lions was shrouded in a huge hum. In the camp, everyone involuntarily stopped and looked up in one direction. go.

The camp is right in the middle.

The huge white lion battle flag is emitting an extremely dazzling light. The battle flag stands in the wind and rain. The white lion above the flag seems to be resurrected at this moment, showing its teeth and claws.

“The Glory Banner…” Foster was stunned.

He seemed to understand something and looked to the west in a daze.

The knight commander Karen of the fourth column of the White Lion Legion was also looking in the same direction. Amidst the wind and rain, an army he had never seen was slowly passing through the rain curtain and came to him.

There seemed to be singing in the rain.

‘I swear an oath before this sword–‘

‘I swear to lead my people-lead them away from killing and strife, away from the arrogance and greed of the nobility. ‘

“I vowed not to repeat this cold-blooded mistake again, and I will make the nobles of the new kingdom follow the spirit of chivalry—just and strict, upright and courageous, benevolent and lenient. ‘

‘I make an oath to do this today, and every day. ‘

The silver elven helmet, bathed in the rain, the white lion on the shoulder, as if walking out of the legend. The sword in his hand is five feet long and a wide palm. There is a lion heart mark on the guard, and he wears heavy armor and a skirt covered with scales.

At this moment, legend and reality overlap.

The army slowly marching out from the heavy rain hit the softest place in the hearts of all the White Lion soldiers in an instant. It seemed to be walking out of a glorious historical story, and even with the mysterious and magical breath of fairy tales, the army that only existed in the legend appeared in front of them.

That is their predecessor.

Their history.

Their pride.

Guards of the White Lion Corps.

But now it’s their enemy–

As a result, they finally violated their oath. They claim to inherit the glory of King Eck, and they will be washed away at this moment. The legendary army is now coming to remove the crown of their laurels.

Everyone couldn’t help taking a step back subconsciously.

That is what they have heard from stories countless times, who accompanied them to grow up, and strengthened their beliefs-legends. Although the White Lion Corps was walking silently in the rain, it was only half of the squadron. Everyone in the White Lion Legion is a veteran, and you can count the number of opponents just by looking at them.

Forty-five.

But so what?

Knight Karen felt that he was sweating in his hands. Since he became a knight, he has never lost the courage to hold a sword without facing his hands as he does today. But the honor of the soldier did not allow him to surrender his sword, not to mention that dazed panic was only a momentary illusion.

Karen reacted in an instant, he almost gritted his teeth and shouted: “It’s a shameful shame, where did the beam jumping clown dare to pretend to be the White Lion Corps?”

The voice spread far away in the rain.

“White Lion Corps?” The army stopped, and the commander in the lead was obviously taken aback.

Just now, Karen seized the fleeting opportunity, and he immediately raised his sword: “The Fourth Column of the White Lion Legion listen to my orders and attack! Destroy these fanatics who blasphemed the prince Ek!”

The soldiers of the White Lion Corps roared together, as if only such a roar can dispel the doubts in their hearts, like thousands of times, like their ancestors, their comrades in arms launched on the cruzite cavalry on the plateau. Just like the charge, they charged the Eruin for the first time in thousands of years.

The horn of the White Lions echoed long.

The melodious voice contains the long and glorious history of this legendary army. It charges forward every time, and it has never even had an opponent, not because it is invincible, but because of its perseverance.

In front of the White Lion Legion, no enemy could make them tremble with fear.

Because this is the courage of a lion.

It was the belief that the first king Eke gave them.

The soldiers had their swords out of their sheaths, but there were only two hundred people, but they carried an aura like tens of thousands of people. The battle flag of the White Lion moved forward in the wind and rain, and the formation was as close as a sharp edge, sweeping by, but it was not only discipline but also faith that maintained this sharp sword.

But the hand holding the sword felt stagnant for the first time today.

“It’s the White Lion Corps.” Kaglisi suddenly felt an illusion that this was destiny, as if an invisible hand arranged for them to meet. This view is eternal.

But he also understands what it means to have unexpected enemy formations on the battlefield.

“The situation has changed,” the young commander made a decision to immediately rejoin the lord, but before that, there was an army also called the White Lion Corps.

He drew his sword.

Karen also held the sword in his hand tightly.

“Listen to my orders!”

“White lion tactics!” In the pouring rain, two commands were called out at the same time. Kaglisi had expected it, but Karen felt as if he had hit a sharp arrow in his heart.

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

Obviously, the heavy armor dragged the ground and the big swords were walking together, but it seemed that everyone had a terrible aura like a galloping horse. The earth trembled with fright, and the cyan stone slabs on the long street were slightly tilted.

‘Infantry Knight’.

Karen’s palm has turned white. That was the legendary infantry knight, the cyan wind surrounded by the white lion armor of the opponent, the white lion legion with such forging technology had been lost after the Battle of Lun. That is the core technology contained in the back half of the wind, a secret technique that can make a heavy armor as light as a light armor.

It’s all magic armor.

The soldiers of the White Lion Corps are all depressed. Since the Holy War, or two centuries, where is there such an army in Eruin? But the key is that indomitable momentum, the two legions are almost the same.

If there is any difference, it is that the opponent seems to have a kind of persistence that they do not have. From them you can see the pride and glory of being a soldier, but there is a kind of gleaming eyes under the face mask of the opponent that they have never Things I’ve seen.

insist.

And pursuit.

The two armies are only one line apart. The veterans of the White Lions have never been afraid, and they even feel a little ashamed. They fight more and less. This is not the honor of the White Lions. But this does not prevent them from raising their swords, and their hearts are firm and unobstructed.

Their experience gained from fighting in thousands of battles supports them to deal with all unexpected situations coldly and calmly.

But the accident really happened.

It’s still ten meters away.

The heavy-armored charging white lion guards raised their two-handed giant swords together—the sword was five feet long and one palm wide, with a lion heart mark on the guard and three claw marks on the blade—it was the legend. The sword of the lion. But Karen saw that the blade in each enemy’s hand was slightly brighter.

“Not good…” A bad idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

“Quickly avoid–” The knight commander tried to redeem all this at the last minute, but unfortunately, it was a little late. I saw Kaglisi and his white lion guard suddenly leaning over their big swords, slashing together in the rain.

Cut neatly and uniformly.

A round of moon-like splashes flew out of the sword, forming a water curtain spreading forward on the long street.

White light flickered faintly in the water curtain.

Like a perfect arc.

The arc moves forward, crossing a distance of nearly ten meters, as if sparkling.

The soldiers on the front line of the Fourth Column of the White Lion Corps seemed to hit an invisible wall head-on and all collapsed to the ground. After a while, the hoarse scream rang out—a piece of blood dyed the color of the rain. The halo of blood spread rapidly in the street, and the slate was also stained like blood.

“White Crow Swordsmanship, this is impossible…”

“No, it’s earlier… this should be…”

“Swordsmanship after the wind, the tooth of the white lion…” Karen felt miserable.

With a tidy noise, the White Lion Guards put away their big swords, and the whole army was like a whole, no difference. At that moment, layers of history and countless pictures overlapped in front of the White Lion Legion like fragments that were disturbing one after another.

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

That is the White Lion Corps.

But this name no longer belongs to them.

It is as if a huge voice between the majestic world and the earth said: “Today, I will take off your laurel crown, because you have deviated from that glorious path—”

It was the voice of Xianjun Eke.

The same moment.

Suddenly, Kaglisi raised his head suddenly, with an unbelievable look in his eyes. To be precise, everyone present stopped their movements in an instant, and the air seemed to be filled with a certain heavy pressure, and even the flow of wind and water became viscous.

Everyone feels a great pressure.

And the sound that resonates in the body.

Sword and oath.

Resonates.

With a loud bang, Foster saw a beam of golden light shoot up into the sky from the glorious flag. In just a moment, another beam of light rose from the east.

The two beams of light reflect each other in the early morning sky.

Foster stayed silent for a long time, because he knew–

That is the Lionheart Sacred Sword.

Eke’s sword.

……(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)