Geralt took a deep breath and clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, trying not to think about anything more, but the past came to mind uncontrollably. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was when he was ten years old, and the elder Viselmir took his grandson, Geralt, to the family church.

The Pendragon family had been Catholic for generations, and even though they had the ability to be looked up to by mortals, they still had a great respect for God. It was the patriarch Arthur who drew the sword in the stone in the Catholic church and began the epic of the Pendragon family's legend.

The Sword of the Chosen King may have been broken, but its pedestal still remains in the church. Arthur did not throw Excalibur, the sword of the lake, into the lake before he died, but inserted it back into the pedestal of the Elector. And that church became the family church of Pendragon.

In the empty and grand church, only the figures of the grandfather and grandson praying remained, silent and solemn.

"Geralt, go and draw that sword. At the end of the prayer, Viselmere took Geralt to the church's cemetery, where the tomb of the patriarch Arthur was.

"Can I really do it?" Little Geralt's heart was both excited and nervous, this is the legendary sword that he heard about since he was a child, and his grandfather had never allowed him to touch it before, but now he can finally do it?

"Go ahead. Viselmir had an encouraging smile on her face.

Receiving a definite answer, Geralt happily ran to the pedestal, grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and pulled it hard......

Geralt shook his head and swept the memories of the past out of his mind, he was no longer a child of the past, and now, I, Geralt, was a fourteen-year-old boy!

Isn't fourteen years old the age of miracles? It is said that it was at this age that the ancestor Arthur drew the sword in the stone, and now, at the same age, as a descendant of Pendragon, he should be able to do the same!

"Ahhh

Geralt let out a dragon's roar, and the phantom of a red dragon faintly appeared on his body, and then ......

Excalibur was lifted along with the pedestal.

Geralt's expression was very bitter, did he really not get the recognition of this sword?

"Young man, you're not in the right position. Tong Jianjun commented, "Although the posture of standing on the pedestal and drawing the sword looks a bit silly, much like holding a pile driver, but looking at this sword stuck in the stone for so many years, maybe there are feelings, and the card is relatively dead, and if you don't hold the pedestal, you can only do this." ”

When Geralt heard this, it seemed reasonable, and he no longer cared about his image, and stepped on the pedestal. Because of his height, Geralt was half-hunched and held the hilt of his sword, which was indeed the shape of a piling worker.

"Ahhh

Perhaps because the relationship between the sword and the pedestal was too deep, Geralt still couldn't pull out the sword.

"Little Jie......" Tong Jianjun was about to say something, but was interrupted by Geralt waving his hand.

"Don't comfort me anymore, only the King of Destiny can pull out this sword, it seems that I really don't have the talent to become a king, this sword of the king does not recognize me. ”

Looking at the inscription on the sword, Geralt's face was a little lonely, but he quickly perked up.

"The rise of the Pendragon family may be due to the help of the Sword in the Stone and the Sword in the Lake, but it can continue to this day and achieve the reputation of the Dragon Slayer Family by relying on the bloody battles of generations of ancestors. Now it seems that this sword has become a shackle to our family. ”

"I'm glad to see you cheer up, I don't know if the continuation of your family has anything to do with this sword, but if we don't pull it out today, we'll be in big trouble. ”

Looking at the tentacle monster that had not been squirted until now, Tong Jianjun said to Geralt: "This girl is so big, it looks like a master who is not short of blue, it can spray like this, Xinyi may not be able to last so long, so listen to me and try again." ”

Tong Jianjun walked to the pedestal: "Your posture just now may indeed be a little indecent, this sword may be a dead tsundere, and I don't want to be pulled out as a pile driver." I thought about it, in addition to the posture, there may be another factor that is not satisfied, waiting for me to pull out a mobile phone. ”

As he spoke, Tong Jianjun took out his mobile phone, turned on the music, and started playing βios.

“DieRuinenstadtistimmernochschon”

"Is this a German song?" Geralt was stunned, "Does singing have anything to do with drawing a sword?"

Tong Jianjun smiled mysteriously: "It's not just related, it's essential! Let me tell you, whether there is BGM or not, the success rate is not a little bit worse." Listen to my command later, and I will pull it out when I say it!"

Geralt was stunned by Tong Jianjun's theory, and held the letter on the hilt of the sword again.

"Can't you just fast forward!" Tong Xinyi heard Tong Jianjun's nonsense theory, and while maintaining the fight with the tentacle monster, he shouted, "It's fun to watch me shoot against the tentacle monster, right!"

"Nothing. Seeing you so energetic, I am relieved. Tong Jianjun nodded, "Geralt has adjusted his posture, it's almost there!"

Geralt's expression was stunned when he heard this, and all his strength was condensed on his arm, and he adjusted his posture to be much more handsome.

“βios。 ”

"It's now!"

With Tong Jianjun's order, Geralt almost used the strength to breastfeed, but the Excalibur still didn't move.

The BGM doesn't matter if you pull it out or not, or continue to play: "RegentropfensindmeineTranen"

Tong Jianjun is also anxious, how can you be so faceless, now that the posture has been adjusted, the BGM has also been released for you, why still not come out!

This is simply a shameless face, the sword of the king is amazing! Which developed country still has a king, even you Great Britain has a constitutional monarchy, where can I find you the king of destiny!

"What age is it, if you want to believe in science, it is definitely too much static friction to pull it out, I will give you some strength!"

It was obviously someone's mouth full of metaphysical theories before, but now it's starting to talk about science.

In these years, regardless of metaphysical science, it is true that it can come in handy!

Tong Jianjun grabbed Excalibur's sword body: "Get up for me!"

The sharp sword body, even after thousands of years, has not been worn out in the slightest, and it easily cut through Tong Jianjun's hand.

Dripping blood flowed down the blade of the sword, soaking the pedestal underneath.

The bright red blood gradually submerged into the sword body, and a dazzling golden light appeared on the gorgeous sword body.

Geralt only felt that his hands were empty, and Excalibur turned into golden light and came out of his hands.

A girl in silver-white armor condensed in golden light. Her dazzling blonde hair was coiled in a bun at the back of her head, her blue pupils were as deep as the sky, and she was holding Excalibur in her hand.

"What's going on?"

Tong Jianjun was stunned, everything that happened in front of him seemed a little familiar, and Yu seemed to have appeared like this before.

The girl stared straight at Tong Jianjun and asked with a solemn expression, "Let me ask you, are you my Master?"